The air in Alpha Ryland's office was weighty, nearly choking. I sat opposite him, feeling the heaviness of his stare. Liam was close to me, his body tight, similar to me he was prepared to strike a move on any second. The Alpha hadn't spoken a word at this point, however I could sense something unfavorable coming. He had called us here for a grave speech, and the quiet between us just made my heart pound quicker.
At long last, he leaned forward, laying his elbows on the wooden table that appeared to swallow the little room. His dim eyes locked onto mine, and I was unable to shake the inclination that he saw directly through me, solidly into the piece of me I actually didn't completely have the foggiest idea.
"You're training," he started gradually, "it's pushing you toward something. Som
