I arrived at the office at 2:00 PM, my senses still tingling from the night before. Even amidst the mundane hum of computers and printers, my wolf instincts were alert, picking up the subtle currents of energy around me. As I passed the hall of my department, my eyes fell on the trophy perched on the shelf.
It glinted in the fluorescent light, flawless and commanding—but for some reason, it didn't feel like mine. My wolf growled quietly in my chest, a warning I couldn't ignore. Did Elliot manipulate this for me? The thought sent a shiver through me. He's the only one who knows the truth, and no pack member, no matter how loyal, could make him reveal it if he didn't want to. I clenched my jaw, letting the uncertainty slide to the back of my mind.
