He's waiting at the training grounds when I arrive at dawn, exactly like always.
Except everything is different.
"Galloway." He doesn't look at me, just gestures to the sparring platform. "Warm up. Twenty minutes."
Not pequeña. Not even Ivory.
Galloway.
Like I'm just another trainee. Like the last few weeks never happened. Like he didn't almost kiss me on Lucia's porch, didn't tell me he'd choose me in every timeline.
My wolf snarls, unsettled and angry.
"Fine," I bite out, dropping my water bottle harder than necessary.
I go through the warm-up routine, but my movements feel off. Disconnected. The power that usually hums beneath my skin feels distant, like it's retreating from something.
From the lack of him.
"Faster," Raul calls out, his voice flat. Professional. "Your reaction
