He turned immediately.
Not startled.
Not annoyed.
But with a quick, fierce alertness—like my voice was the thing he was listening for.
He closed the distance to me in three long strides.
“Nora,” he murmured, smoothing a hand down my arm. “You should be in bed.”
“Something’s wrong,” I whispered.
His eyes softened, but the tension beneath them didn’t ease. “We’re handling it.”
Trigger stepped behind him, giving me a quick nod—reassuring, even though it didn’t reach his eyes.
Saint lifted the tablet he always clutched. “We had outside movement. Southwest corner. Unidentified.”
Unidentified.
Not animal.
Not accidental.
Human.
My stomach dipped.
Wolf angled his body slightly, subtly shielding me from the others—and from the window.
“It might be nothing,” he said.
But his voice…
It wasn’t convinced.
“Is it him?” I whispered.
Wolf didn’t answer right away. And the silence was enough to make my heart thud painfully.
Trigger cleared his throat. “We’re tightening security. No one’s getting in here.”
Wolf stepped closer, lowering his voice so only I could hear.
“I need you to stay close to me. That’s the only thing that matters right now.”
A shiver went down my spine—not just fear, but the low, deep warmth of hearing how much he meant it.
“What did you see?” I asked.
His jaw clenched. “A shadow watching the windows.”
My breath hitched. “Watching… me?”
Wolf didn’t say yes.
He didn’t have to.
