ARES’ POV

I pushed the door open with my foot, stepping into the guestroom with Noah still unconscious in my arms. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. I walked to the bed and carefully placed him down.

For a moment, I just stood there, staring at him. Like I was trying to unravel him.

Something about him was… off. I can feel it in my guts

I’ve met thousands of people in my life, humans and wolves alike. I could read people ...