The next morning, I found myself nestled against Cyrus' chest, his arms securely wrapped around me. As I lifted my head to gaze at him, I was struck by the tranquility of his slumber. A smile crept onto my lips, and I pressed a gentle kiss onto his cheek. I slipped out of his embrace and into the bathroom. I got myself ready for the day.
When I slipped out of the bedroom, I walked down to the office. I stepped inside to see a man standing behind the desk, papers in his hand. He looked up at me and glared.
“There you are, right on time,” he sneered.
“ALEX! CYRUS!” I screamed for them both.
The man lunged at me, leaving me no option but to transform into my Lycan. When he collided with me, we burst through the door, shattering it in two. We tumbled into the hallway, entwined in a chaoti
