Eliza stood in the forest clearing, the cold dawn air brushing against her skin. Before her, her father, Alpha Ronan, towered imposingly like a mountain, arms crossed over his chest and a stern expression that left no room for doubt. There was something about him that intimidated, but also intrigued. He was a man who seemed to have seen too much, carrying an invisible weight that made him appear older than he really was.
"Why here?" asked Eliza, hugging herself for protection against the cold. She had expected the "lessons" to be in the castle, not in the middle of a desolate forest.
Ronan looked at her with his blue eyes that seemed to glow even in the dimness. It was the gaze of an Alpha, a mixture of authority and ferocity that made anyone feel small under his scrutiny.
