Rodrigo stood quietly as he watched Nina disappear into the living quarters. His hands were folded behind his back, his face unreadable. After a long moment, he turned to Caleb.
"Take the horses in."
"Yes, Alpha." Caleb bowed his head.
Rodrigo's gaze shifted to Seven. "Come with me."
He turned toward the east wing without waiting for a response. Seven followed him through the quiet halls until they reached the Alpha's private study. Rodrigo pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was swallowed in darkness. Moonlight slipped through the narrow windows, casting pale strips across the floor. The familiar scent of old books, parchment, and burnt wax lingered in the air.
Rodrigo crossed the room as though he'd mastered every step by memory. He reached the desk and lowered himself into the chair, resting both forearms on the polished wood. His eyes remained fixed ahead, his brows drawn together, his jaw set so tightly that a muscle twitched beneath his skin.
