ROMAN
I learned quickly that training with Alpha Alexander was not the hardest part of being here.
The hardest part was everything else.
It started with the looks.
Not the curious ones. Not the cautious glances from wolves who didn’t know what to make of me.
The other kind.
The assessing stares that lingered too long. The murmurs that quieted just a fraction too late when I walked past. The way conversations dipped when I entered a room, then resumed in a different tone.
I wasn’t dumb.
I knew what they saw when they looked at me.
An outsider.
A stray who didn’t know his own history. No pack name. No bloodline to trace. No memory of who I had been before I showed up here like some unfinished story.
And somehow, despite that, I trained with the Alpha himself.
I lived under the s
