The low rumble in John's voice traveled through the phone and straight into my chest, stirring the wolf inside me.
"What's wrong?" he asked calmly. "Are you wary of me? Don't worry, Miss Tillman. I'm not a dangerous man. It's just that I'm tied up during the day. I only have time at night."
Night.
For wolves like us, night wasn't just a time slot. It was when instincts sharpened, when dominance was harder to mask, and when pack energy ran thick in the air. My wolf shifted uneasily, but I reminded myself of my place. He was a client. A deal was a deal.
"Alright," I said after a brief pause. "I'll bring the draft to your place at eight tonight."
"There's one more thing," John added, his voice firm now. "I don't like outsiders entering my territory. So it's better if you come alone, Miss Tillman."
My grip tightened around my phone.
Alone.
Into his territory.
