Estelle's POV
The party was over.
The air still hung heavy with the mingling scents of alcohol, perfume, and the pheromones of various wolf clans—chaotic, cloying, and vaguely unpleasant.
I stood off to the side of the hallway, waiting for him to emerge.
A few seconds later, Theron pushed open the door.
His stride was steady, his gaze sharp and unfaltering.
That icy, almost perfectly restrained Alpha presence still dominated the space, unwavering, not a single trace of it escaping.
He handed his room key to the front desk with a low, terse command: "Check out."
But then, his fingers hovered mid-air for a moment.
It was brief, but for wolves like us, attuned to every detail, every scent, it was unmistakable.
Dante's voice whispered beside me, "Oh no."
I didn't say anything, but I
