“Stay behind me.”
Marlow’s whisper cut off when three Nightshade Pack Hunters appeared around the corner.
Their eyes were sharp, and their expressions snapped the moment they saw two figures who clearly did not belong near the kitchen area.
Arwen quickly lowered her head, biting her lip, trying to hide her trembling body.
Marlow fought with everything in him not to rip the two men apart on the spot.
“You two!” the first Hunter barked, pointing. “What are you doing here? This area is for kitchen workers only!”
Arwen immediately stepped forward before Marlow could even open his mouth.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her voice shaking but firm. “I was just taking out the trash. He—” Arwen swallowed. “He was just asking where the flour storage was. We’re running low.”
The Hunter’s eyes nar
