MICHELLE’s POV.

I turn my attention from my Phone when I hear a low growl outside the door.

My forehead creases into a slight frown because I know for a fact that it is not Enzo. He would have just come into the office.

The growl reaches me again but this time, it is louder and more clear like the person is standing directly outside the door.

Dropping the phone on the table, I stand up and slowly make my way towards the door.

The growls and the snares become more intense as I ...