*Darius*
The administrative work had been waiting for two hours.
He was aware of this the way he was aware of most things in the compound — precisely, continuously, with the particular monitoring that had been running since he was nineteen and had not fully stopped since. Reports needed signing. Three territorial requests required his personal review. Cole had left a neat stack on the corner of the desk with the silent efficiency of a man who understood that the Alpha King's time was finite and organized his deposits accordingly.
Darius was not looking at any of it.
He was looking at the window.
Sera was in the training ring with Petra, and he could not see the ring from this window — the angle was wrong, the building in the way — but the bond had its own geometry that required no sig
