Addison was up and dressed for training as she was every morning, wearing a simple pair of three-quarter tights and a crop top. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail atop of her head, she ate only a light breakfast, she still wasn’t particularly hungry.
She walked down the stairs as she did every day, she never took the elevator, but could if she wanted to, she supposed. She had never been told she couldn't, and it wasn’t coded. Anyone could use it, just press the button and get in it, but she’d learned to walk the stairs as a child.
She nearly snarled at the sight of Alpha Casey standing down there, though his son was nowhere to be seen. Alpha Casey was prowling around in the foyer, not that far from the base of the staircase. It was barely 5am and her training ground out in the woods
