CLAIRE'S POV
A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived and the paramedics immediately rushed to rescue Connor’s lifeless body.
I stood frozen on the curb, numb, unable to digest the sudden accident—when my wolf bristled, claws itching under my skin, warning me of a predator nearby.
My gaze swept the street and landed on a black Maybach sitting idle across the road. The heavily tinted windows didn’t stop my chest from tightening.
Even through the glass, I could feel his eyes on me—Ethan.
The air thickened, as if his stare had wrapped itself around my throat.
A shiver rippled down my spine.
Why was he here? Worse, why was he just sitting there—watching, waiting?
Something in his stillness told me this accident wasn’t a coincidence.
The car lingered for a beat before pulling away q
