The moment her words hit the air, I felt the shift in her presence, her composure fracturing under instinct and emotion. Anastasia's face drained of color, her restraint snapping as her hand moved with sharp precision, grabbing the folder from the desk and hurling it forward with force that carried both anger and authority.
The impact landed cleanly against Erica, a sharp crack of contact followed by a cry that echoed through the lobby. Erica recoiled, clutching her face as pain and shock overtook her, her scent spiking with panic while she stumbled back, stunned by the retaliation.
I had just stepped out of the elevator when the scene came into full view, the energy in the space charged and unstable. The pack members nearby froze, their instincts reacting to the clash of dominance, their attention drawn to the confrontation unfolding between them.
