Amelia
“Amelia.”
I froze.Oh, Goddess! The single word carried enough authority to freeze my blood. There was no question in his tone, no room for pretense or explanation. It was a command, pure and simple.
I changed direction and walked slowly toward his study, each step feeling like I was walking to my execution, and my trembling hands, I knocked on his door.
"Enter," came his deep voice from within.
I pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped inside, immediately struck by the masculine intoxicating scent that made my wolf perk up with interest despite my fear. He stood with his back to me, looking out the large window that overlooked the pack territory. Even from behind, his presence was commanding, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, dark hair that always looked slight
