Kirill didn’t appear again until nightfall. The only person who came into my room was Nina Sergeyevna. She brought dinner and later returned to collect the dishes. As she left, I noticed two werewolves standing guard outside my door.
I took a shower and went to bed—there was nothing else left to do.
Late at night, a strange rustling and the sound of running water woke me. Apparently, the Alpha had decided to return. We didn’t say a word to each other after that. And honestly, I didn’t want to.
But the problem remained.
Marina had made it very clear: I wasn’t safe here. And talking to Kirill about it was pointless—he was as stubborn as a ram.
The werewolf entered the room and lay down on the bed. He was very close, yet he didn’t touch me. The silence was broken by his hoarse voice.
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