He had known she was there from the moment she rounded the corner into the lower corridor.
He had been working the bag for forty minutes and his wolf had been in the specific calm of physical exertion, the clean animal quiet of a body doing what it was designed for. And then underneath the rhythm of the work, beneath the controlled breath and the measured strikes and the focused attention on form, he had felt the shift.
She was twenty feet away on the other side of the frosted glass. She had stopped.
He kept working. He kept his breathing even and his timing consistent and his form correct and he did not look toward the door and he did not change anything about what he was doing. Underneath all of that he was exquisitely and completely aware of her standing in the corridor and he was aw
