Where else would Nigel go?
My wolf didn't need to see it to know.
He went straight to Elliot.
Straight to the Alpha who had been circling me, step by step, closing in with a patience that felt more dangerous than any outright attack.
And Nigel… he wasn't the type to step back.
Not when it came to something—or someone—he had already set his sights on.
—
The door to Elliot's office didn't open gently.
It was pushed wide, sharp and sudden, carrying the weight of intent behind it.
Elliot looked up from his desk, his fingers pausing mid-motion over the keyboard. His eyes narrowed slightly the moment he saw who it was.
Nigel.
He stepped in like a predator—quiet, controlled, but coiled with tension. His presence filled the room instantly, like a younger wolf stepping into an Alpha's territory without permission.
"What brings you here?" Elliot asked calmly, though his gaze had already sharpened. "You should've let me know you were coming."
Nigel didn't waste time.
