Melissa.
“And where do you think you are going?”
The doorway swallowed his silhouette at first, broad shoulders, rigid stance, breath puffing in the faint corridor light. But the moment I lifted my gaze and saw his face fully, everything inside me snapped cold.
Fredrick.
My stomach dropped, my heart plummeting right behind it. Of all people, why him?
He should have been at Amelia’s side, celebrating with the triplets and basking in the attention of the pack, or probably trying to console her. Certainly not hunting through hallways for me.
What cruel twist of fate dragged him here now?
“What are you doing here?” I croaked, the words barely a whisper. My voice trembled, betraying my panic before I could cage it.
“I knew it,” Fredrick spat, stepping into the room, forcing me back with
