Estelle's POV
"I've already called a cab."
"Then cancel it."
Adrian didn't wait for my response. He stepped out of the black SUV, calm and composed, a faint smile on his lips. Before I could react, he had already taken my luggage from my hands in one swift, decisive motion.
If it weren't for the car's understated luxury—and the faint, oppressive aura of a high-ranking wolf clan surrounding him—passersby might have thought I was being mugged.
"Get in," he said, opening the back door for me as naturally as if he were welcoming an honored guest of his own kind. "It's on my way."
I hesitated. Letting an older werewolf open the door for me was already pushing the boundaries of etiquette. But refusing would be even more inappropriate.
"Thank you," I said softly, ducking inside.
The momen
