POV: Clara

The knock came again.

Three even taps, barely louder than a breath. Not the hammering of wolf-fists. Not the shriek of wolf-claws. Calm. Patient.

Every muscle in my body tensed. My blood went cold.

Jenny stiffened by my side, her umbrella cocked back as if it were a sword. Daniel’s claws dug deeper into the splintered doorframe, the wood crumbling at his boots. Gold glowed in his eyes, his breath coming in harsh pants, his chest heaving as if only force ...