Evangeline’s POV
The door opened before I could brace myself. My heart thudded in my chest like an alarm. Three men stood framed in the doorway, a striking presence that sent warmth and fear running through me.
They were tall, impossibly handsome, and carried the air of ancient royalty. The first man caught my breath first: dark eyes, an unwavering gaze that seemed to see too much. The second person's hair glistened gold against the lights, quieter but no less intense. The third built like hewn granite leaned as if every muscle dripped purpose.
When the door shut behind them, the world shrank. Three pairs of eyes met mine, and I froze.
They’re wolves, I thought, as if that explained everything.
They stepped inside with a grace that was disconcerting––together but separate, in sync yet wholly distinct. Each placed himself a respectful distance away, surrounding me without walls to lean on.
The one who first spoke sat on the edge of a chair, posture precise. His voice, when it
