ALEXANDER
“Thank you, I'm done," I told the server, who attempted to pour more coffee for me. They knew how I felt about my coffee, but I had somewhere to be.
I had just eaten breakfast, but I would be lying if I said I tasted anything I had swallowed. I couldn't stop thinking about Katarina and how bad she had looked. I worried about her.
My brother had sat with me briefly before our father summoned him. Father was leaving for three days, so Grey was in charge of the pack. He had spoken to both Grey and me, and I had assumed he had left, when he mind-linked Grey, leaving me sitting alone.
I suppose he had something he had forgotten to tell him. And I should have been relieved because I couldn't look at my brother as we ate. Katarina's thoughts had begun to consume me in ways I could
