Estelle's POV
Darkness, dampness, and the smell of rotting wood mingled with the salty scent of the sea.
My consciousness slowly returned. My head felt heavy, my hands were bound behind my back, and a gag was stuffed in my mouth.
I couldn't see, but I could smell him—a strange man, his scent laced with malice, excitement, and a hint of… greed.
My wolf stirred, calm yet hungry, its thirst for blood sharpening.
Memories began to flood back—an office, an attack, a handkerchief, and then… darkness.
I focused on my breathing, steadying myself. No wasted energy, no unnecessary struggles.
After all, the quieter the prey, the more relaxed the hunter. And my wolf was patient, waiting for the perfect moment.
Footsteps echoed outside the door.
With a creak, it opened.
A shaft of moonlight s
