Alpha Enzo’s POV
The morning was particularly still, the kind of calm that usually preceded something…uncomfortable. Birds chirped in an annoyingly perfect rhythm, and the breeze carried just enough chill to cut through the early sunlight without being unpleasant.
It should’ve been a relaxing hour.
I should’ve been reviewing the training schedules Ash left on my desk or scanning reports from our sentry posts. Hell, I should’ve been anywhere else but wandering aimlessly toward the garden like a man avoiding paperwork. But even alphas needed fresh air, and I found the stillness of the garden did a better job at clearing my mind than the suffocating quiet of my study ever could.
I took the eastern path, boots brushing against dew-kissed grass as I made my way around the circular hedge maz
