The next morning, Darius threw himself into his Alpha duties. The sun had barely risen, yet the training field already rang with the sounds of clashing claws, growls, and the thuds of warriors hitting the ground. Darius moved among them with a sharp, commanding presence, correcting stances, issuing challenges, pushing them harder than usual. His wolves followed his orders without hesitation, but even as he barked instructions, his thoughts kept slipping back to the one person not on the training grounds—Elaine.
The doctor had mind-linked him earlier, assuring him she was still asleep and her body was healing, though slowly. He had promised to notify Darius the moment she woke. That knowledge should have eased his mind, but instead it gnawed at him. He hated waiting. He hated knowing she w
