Nathan's POV
A sharp knock hit my office door.
I glanced briefly at it."Come in."
Collins stepped inside. He had his phone pressed to his ear. A look of disbelief was etched on his face.
"Alpha Nathan," he said, his voice strained,"Luna Aria is downstairs."
My pen, my custom, thousand-dollar fountain pen, punched straight through the paper.
Ink bled across the page like a spreading wound.
For a beat, I couldn't move. My wolf's hackles shot up, a low, instinctive snarl vibrating in my chest.
"…What?"
I set the pen down carefully, my jaw clenching. My eyes narrowed into slits.
Aria was here?
What is she trying to pull?
I had seen her earlier today at her grandmother's house and she had stormed off pissed. Why is she here now?
"What is she doing here?" I asked, though the cold ed
