Kira's POV
I approached the hotel's front desk, my wolf Mira, was restless and uneasy inside me. I knew something was wrong with this situation.
"I'm here to pick up a key for Room 1205," I told the receptionist. "It should be under the name Kira Vance."
The young wolf behind the desk checked her computer, then handed me a key card with a professional smile. "Here you are, Ms. Vance. Twelfth floor."
The fact that Margaret had already arranged for a key in my name only deepened my suspicions. But I needed to know what she wanted. The bond dissolution was scheduled for tomorrow morning at nine, less than twelve hours away. Whatever game Margaret was playing, I had to face it head-on.
I took the elevator to the twelfth floor, my senses hyperalert. Most of the rooms on this floor appeared
