Leo's POV
The training room was filled with the sound of my breathing—heavy and full of a restless energy that felt like it was clawing at my skin. I had been hitting the heavy bag for two hours, my knuckles raw and bleeding, but I didn't care. Physical pain was the only thing that could drown out the silence of this empty life.
The door opened, and the scent of jasmine drifted in. I didn't even have to look to know it was Bianca. After a year of living in the same house, just the smell of her made my wolf snarl deep in my mind.
"Leo? You've been in here all morning," she said, her voice respectful and careful. She looked at me with that same desperate look she had worn every day for the last twelve months. "My parents are here for the anniversary lunch. Father Lennox is waiting for us in the grand hall."
I ignored her, throwing a punch so hard the bag nearly tore from the ceiling.
