FAYE
The halls of the packhouse were quiet at night, the kind of silence that made you aware of your own breathing. I had already changed into something comfortable, my hair loose over my shoulders before I decide to take a walk.
After about an hour outside, I decided to go back into the house. When I stepped into the corridor on the way back to my room, I noticed the faint line of golden light spilling out beneath the door of Alexander’s office, stretching across the floor.
He was still awake... working.
I told myself that I should just keep walking...it wasn’t my business if he wanted to spend half the night buried in his work. He was the alpha; it wasn’t unusual for him to be awake while the rest of the house slept. Still… something tugged at me. Maybe curiosity...maybe concern. Or
