Amelia
“The files, sir,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, keeping my eyes lowered as I approached him. I was enveloped by his irresistible and enchanting scent, making my wolf stirs restlessly. My cheeks flushed as I felt his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. Despite his often cold demeanor, there was something about him that drew me in like a moth to a flame.
My curiosity got the better of me for a split second. I caught a glimpse of what they’d been discussing, and my breath hitched in my throat. A grainy photo of a snarling wolf was paperclipped to the top file, its eyes wild with a feral rage that made my wolf whimper in fear. The word “ROGUE” was written in angry red letters, the ink still seeming wet and fresh.
I extended the stack of papers towards
