ROMAN
I didn’t know what he was expecting from me.
That was the worst part.
When Mr... Alpha, Alexander said he would mentor me, I had assumed it meant strategy. Discipline. Combat refinement. I didn’t expect… this.
We stood in the open training field just beyond the pack grounds again. Dawn had barely broken, the sky washed in pale gray. The earth was cool under my boots, packed dirt lined with wooden posts, elevated beams, and marked sprint lanes.
It looked like any other training ground.
It did not feel like one.
Alexander stood a few feet away, hands clasped behind his back, posture straight, expression unreadable. He hadn’t explained much. Just that we would start with “basics.”
“Speed first,” he said.
That was all.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to release the stiffness in m
