ROMAN
The training ground was empty when I got there.
The air still carried the chill of early morning, thin mist hovering low over the grass. I scanned the perimeter out of habit, half expecting to see him leaning against a tree, arms folded, watching.
Nothing.
No boots in the dirt.
No controlled, intimidating silence.
No Alpha Alexander.
I stood there for a moment, unsure what to do with myself.
He was never late.
If anything, I was usually the one trying to make sure I arrived before him. The thought of keeping him waiting made my stomach tighten every time.
I checked the sky, gauging the light... because I didn’t have a watch. Still early. Maybe he was on his way.
I rolled my shoulders, stretching out of reflex. The training ground felt bigger without him in it. Quieter. Alm
