CLAIRE'S POV
Several men sat at every corner of the table, their gazes pinned on me.
And by the looks of it, they weren't only having an occasional dinner—they were clearly up to something shady.
The room was deathly silent.
I didn't recognize any of them—except for that very familiar wolf scent which I had encountered somewhere. I just couldn't remember when and where that was.
I stayed still and didn't show any panicked expression, though my first instinct was to flee—but my legs felt like they were filled with lead, frozen in place.
I forced myself to pretend not to see anything as I reached for the door handle.
But just as I heard the doorknob click open, a rough hand grabbed me by the back of the neck and threw me toward the table.
Staggering upright, I was shocked to face a
