The air inside the office seemed to change the very second Priya stepped over the threshold, but for Azaria, time simply slowed down to a crawl. Her breath caught somewhere in her chest, and try as she might, she could not help staring at her.
She was genuinely surprised to learn that Priya was a wolf. And yet, if she was being honest with herself, she really should not have been surprised at all. By now, she had met enough members of Theon's family and had even met Sienna to know that there seemed to be something almost unfair about the way werewolves were built. It was a pattern she had quietly observed over the last few weeks. Every single wolf man and woman she had encountered carried an air of perfection. The women she had met so far were tall, graceful, and possessed wonderful physiques.
