The sound of her voice stopped me in my tracks.
I had just stepped out of the elevator, ready to head to a board meeting, when I heard her.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But sharp fierce and unapologetically bold.
Her voice came from down the hall, through the partially open door of Room 1906. I paused, turning just slightly, and listened.
“I’ve raised eight kids without help, Evan. I’ve scrubbed toilets, worked six jobs, and walked through storms to keep them fed. You think I’m scared of some sleazy little man in an overpriced tie?”
That voice.
It pierced through the silence like a blade. My wolf stirred instantly.
That scent.
Faint… but there.
It hit me like a memory. Wildflowers. Rain-damp earth. Something electric.
My wolf pushed forward again, restless.
Mate.
I didn’t need to
