Stepping into the OTS complex, I had to admit the place had a distinct energy. It felt purposeful, almost healing. My only irritation was the absence of their Alpha, Lucian Reid. My request for a meeting was met with a polite but firm deferral by a staff member.
"Alpha Reid is currently occupied with a precious guest. He extends his apologies."
Gavin bristled beside me—the Nightfang Pack was not accustomed to being put on hold. I eased his anger, dismissing it as a negotiating tactic, a play for perceived value.
That detached curiosity evaporated the moment I saw her from the second-floor observation walkway.
Sera.
She was in OTS training gear, hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, chest heaving as she prepared for another drill. The man opposite her was a mountain, easily twice
