Ethan;
Weeks spent with Alpha Aurelian have taught me a few things about him.
And one of them is the fact that Alpha Aurelain doesn't usually rush.
Even when he says something is urgent, he still moves like he owns time. Controlled, measured and unbothered. That's what he's usually like.
So when he barges into my room so late at night, him dressed, rambling about how he has something that urgently needs his attention, something in my chest tightens before I even understand why.
"You're actually leaving?" I ask before I can stop myself, and he stops talking.
My voice sounded slower than it should. Like my tongue is heavy. Everything has been feeling off for the past few days. And talking is one of them.
He pauses and glances at me.
"Believe me, I don't want to, but there's something I really need to handle," he says softly like he's trying to cajole a child, and I just watch him.
"I won't be long." He adds, and I swallow.
He won't be long.
That should be enough.
