{ "A goal without a plan is just a wish." }
"Tor," he said simply, like a landslide in a canyon. Rough, natural, unbothered by protocol.
The door slid open, and the scent of pine, steel, and old blood hit first—earthy and raw. Then came the man himself, stepping into the room like he owned it. Every step he took carried the weight of lineage and power.
"Rou." I turned from the window slowly, keeping my posture casual but not careless. With Alphas, there's no such thing as neutral body language. Everything is a signal. A test.
"You summoned me," he smirked as he walked over, and we embraced each other.
I stepped back and nodded. "There's a change, of course. Your wish has come true; we are headed for Blood Stone Mountain.
"Great. I hope that I will get to meet Rolan and clear the air about why he has been missing for so long, "Rou grunted.
"Agreed. But we shall first go to Hanka Island. We're meeting the Freyr."
