It’s been four days since Rowan last came to the training field.
On the first day, Aria convinced herself it was pack business. After all he’s an Alpha, who needs to make decisions for his pack. He couldn't spend every morning in the training yard. She sparred with Nyssa and didn't ask where he was.
On the second day, she noticed the empty space where he usually stood. The absence of his voice correcting her stance. The lack of his golden eyes tracking her movements. She still convinced herself it was nothing.
The remaining two days after that, Lois told them he was in the library, doing some research.
The training yard was cold, frost still clung to the ground. Nyssa was already waiting when Aria arrived, twirling her staff with practiced ease.
"You're late."
"I'm on time."
"Barely
