Victor’s POV
Harrison Hunt could not stop staring.
The creature lying on the floor of the hallway was a wolf.
There was no denying the reality of it.
Its silver gray fur shone under the bright chandelier lights.
The wolf looked weak, and helpless.
But Harrison could not forget what wolves meant to him.
For years, he had hated them with a passion.
He blamed them for taking his wife away. He had promised himself that if he ever saw a wolf again, he would shoot it without hesitating.
Now, one was lying right in front of him. And it was his own daughter.
The realization felt like a sharp knife twisting inside his chest.
"Sir?" One of the bodyguards gripped his gun tighter, his knuckles turning white. "What should we do?"
The sound of the guard preparing his weapon broke Harris
