CALLUM
“Why do I have to learn all of this so soon, though?” Levi grumbled, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes. He was clearly not thrilled about being up this early.
“This is late, actually. I started when I was two years younger than you,” I said with a chuckle, recalling those grueling days. In a way, Levi was lucky—he didn’t have the Alpha as his teacher. That man had been brutal, not even softening for his six-year-old son.
“Well, it’s not my fault I’m only just finding out who I am,” he huffed.
I fell silent at that, guilt gnawing at my insides. Levi must have noticed because his expression shifted immediately, his earlier sulking replaced with regret.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, wringing his fingers. “I really am excited for this—I just get cranky when I wake up too early.”
“It’s fine
