Chapter 9: One Hour, King Howe, Is Really Short
(Eliza's POV)
Ethan moved closer, his presence enveloping me like a warm blanket. The rich scent of sandalwood clung to him, making my senses heighten and my wolf stir with awareness.
"Look here," he said, pointing to a specific data point on my laptop screen. "This is where your design falls short."
I leaned in, trying to focus on the numbers rather than his proximity. The data showed werewolf sensory perception thresholds for home environments—something I'd researched extensively.
"What's wrong with it?" I asked, genuinely confused.
Ethan's lips curved into a slight smile. "Figure it out yourself, Little Eliza."
The challenge in his light eyes sent an unexpected flicker of attraction through me. My wolf perked up, suddenly ver
