"Kitten? Looks like you enjoy giving people nicknames," I said, holding back the urge to tell him he was the real wildcat here.
"I only bother when I'm interested," he replied with a grin, stepping aside to let me in. "Come on in."
I entered the room, glancing around. It was spacious, tastefully furnished, and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city at night.
"Want something to drink?" Oliver asked as he walked over to the bar.
"Whatever," I said casually, settling onto the sofa while my mind replayed the scene from earlier.
Oliver poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to me.
"Thanks. I actually came here to..." I began, but was suddenly interrupted by a wolf's head materializing in the air!
My wolf, Nightshade, appeared without warning!
