NATALIE
I tie the sash of my bathrobe tighter around my waist and grab the hair dryer, lifting it to my damp hair. The soft hum of the machine fills the bathroom as I begin drying my curls, letting the heat chase away the chill in the air. Then the doorbell rings.
I pause, frowning. "Who is that?" I mutter under my breath, not bothering to move. Probably someone trying to sell something or a neighbor with terrible timing. But the bell rings again and again. Persistent.
With an irritated sigh, I switch off the dryer. My hair is still half-wet, but whoever is at the door clearly has no plans of leaving. I start toward the door, dragging my feet. That irritating werewolf guard did mention that the Alpha was coming today. Still, you'd think someone of his status would at least knock like a
