ROWANIt’s six in the morning and I watch the trainees walk inside the field. “Line up all of you.” I order them and they stand in a line. It’s just past six in the morning. One by one, the trainees shuffle into the field. “Line up. Now,” I command. They don’t rush to obey. Instead, they move with the kind of entitled sluggishness that comes from being raised with too much privilege and not enough discipline. A few exchanged glances, silently challenging my authority, but none dared to defy me openly.A voice slips into my mind. Nile, my General. If an Alpha has his Beta, then the King has a general, the right hand, who handles what I don’t have time for.“I’ve gathered all the intel on the trainees,” he reports.“Send the files to my office. I’ll review them after training,” I instruct.“Understood,” he replies. Just before he cuts the link, I add,“Stay alert. There are too many eyes in Bronze’s packhouse,” I warn him, though he hardly needs the reminder. Nile knows better than a
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