Estelle's POV
In that moment, their breathing became ragged at the same time, like wolves whose tails had been stepped on.
The next second, the workshop supervisor strode abruptly to the door.
With a sharp bang, the door slammed shut and locked. The atmosphere grew thick with tension.
My wolf, deep within my consciousness, slowly bared its fangs. My fingertips tapped lightly on the tabletop.
The air was wrong—quiet on the surface, yes, but something deliberately suppressed underneath, like a pack of wolves trying to mask the scent of blood.
My wolf growled softly in my chest, filled with unease and alertness, but more than anything else... excitement.
I looked up at the man across from me.
"Why lock the door?" My voice wasn't loud, carrying a hint of a dismissive smile. "I was just
