His Howl
The growl rumbled again—closer this time.
Low, primal, vibrating through the stone beneath my feet like the earth itself was warning them.
Brandon’s expression twisted, no longer calm or smug.
He threw the blade back on the table and snapped his fingers toward the silent man holding me.
“Move her. Now.”
The man tried to yank me, but my body wasn’t limp anymore. I pulled back, resisting even though I knew I was no match.
I needed time.
Just a few more seconds.
And then I heard it.
A sound that cut through everything.
His howl.
It wasn’t just a call.
It was a declaration.
A threat.
A promise.
The entire building seemed to stop breathing.
Brandon turned toward the wall as if he could see through it, his face pale now, no longer confident—just cold and calculating.
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