Tiara's POV
The halls of the pack house were quiet as I walked, the soft glow of the torches lining the walls illuminating the walls and sending a warm light over the wooden floors. It had become a habit of mine, walking late at night when the house was still. It was the only time I could think without interruptions. It was the time I could get to look at things more keenly without worrying that I was bring trailed by eyes.
But tonight, as I passed Nicholas’s office, I noticed something unusual.
The door was slightly open—unlike the other times when I'd tried to reach him but saw the doors firmly shut—the warm light from inside spilling into the dim hallway. I paused, unsure if I should continue past or peek in. My fingers hesitated over the doorframe before I gently pushed it open a li
