Elliot closed his laptop with a sharp snap, the faint echo like claws on stone. My presence, my secrets, my very instincts all of it had him circling mentally, trying to measure me. Only I held the answers to the questions burning in his dark, Alpha gaze: Was I truly a rogue wolf once, shameless and reckless, who had shattered another's pack? Was the pup at my side really born of circumstances that demanded secrecy?
"Keep digging," he murmured, low and commanding, voice threading with that same dangerous dominance that always stirred something wild in me. Rey gave a respectful nod and melted into the shadows, leaving Elliot alone, tense, like a predator deciding whether to strike or watch. His eyes tracked a corner of the office, unseeing yet all-seeing, as if he could sniff out the truth from the air itself.
