The other three wolves in the elevator looked like their eyes might pop out of their heads.
Cassie hurriedly yanked my wheelchair back.
Frank and Elliot averted their gazes, their shoulders hunched like they were trying to disappear into the walls.
We saw nothing. Nothing at all.
I dropped my head, hand rubbing my forehead, my face burning like a wildfire tearing through dry brush.
The elevator chimed—15th floor.
Thank the moon goddess I hadn’t bought a place on the 25rd or 35rd floor. I’d have melted into a puddle of mortification before reaching my apartment.
Cassie muttered a hasty “goodbye” and hauled me out of the elevator, her heels clicking like a whirlwind on the marble floor, as if fleeing a disaster zone.
The elevator doors slid shut behind us.
I didn’t look back, but I
