RHETT
I wake before dawn.
I always do.
The house is silent, but silence has never meant peace, not in my world.
I sit up slowly, dragging a hand down my face, everything carries her scent. Vanilla, something sweet that doesn’t belong in a house like this.
She’s mine, my self control right now is as thin as a thread .
My wolf stirs at the thought.
I push the thought away and swing my legs off the bed. Cold marble meets my feet, the kind of cold that jerks me awake.
I follow my boring routine
Shower, cold water, black coffee to start the day
Training at the edge of the property while the sky is still bruised with early light. My boots sink into the damp earth as I move through drills alone. The forest hums with life.
They are always watching.
My pack feels different lately, restl
