He walked straight toward Dylan, his eyes never leaving my wolf form. I snarled, low and deep, but he didn't even flinch. "Thanks, old friend," Osborne said to Dylan, shaking his hand firmly.
Then his attention snapped fully to me. The guards around him stepped aside, giving him space as he began to approach.
"If my wife could sense you nearby," he said, his voice steady and calm, "did you really think I wouldn't?"
I growled louder, ready to attack at any moment, muscles tensed, but what he said next made me freeze.
"Hm? Snipe?" He called my name, he knew it was me, my paws stilled against the ground.
He stripped off his coat and watch, his eyes locked on mine. "I thought I gave you mercy the other day," he said, his voice carrying a dangerous calm, "but I see I was wrong. So if it's
