When I heard that name, my body stiffened. I slowly turned from Roman’s unwanted embrace and looked toward Griffon, who was standing in the elevator.

I couldn’t see his expression clearly because I was too far away, but I felt his eyes staring at me without blinking, could see the glow of his wolf in them.

The coldness emanating from his gaze seemed like it could devour me instantly.

As soon as Brooks Thorin, an elder and the chairperson of Midwest Packs Corporation, walked in, he saw ...