The urge.

ALEXAKIS.

I stopped what I was doing when the same urge came to me again. I had been having this pressing feeling to transform, to shift back into my old form and it grew more intense as the hours went by today. I was currently doing squats in a ring. It was still very early in the morning and the guys were yet to come in. I had woken up earlier than normal, when the sky was still very dark, hours before the sun had risen and couldn't go back to sleep. Like all the guys, Angelo had given me the passcode to the den - a trust that I wouldn't take lightly, and I had decided to come in early. I had done a little warm up, eaten a club sandwich and then jogged down to the den, the coolness of the street doing little to calm the surge in my bloodstream.

Angelo was in the den when I came in, in his office and although he hadn't come down to see who entered into the den, I knew he knew that I was in here with him. I went down to the underground training ground, needing to be in my space alone