Chapter 8

“Alpha,” Klein comes barreling through the door with two other men in tow. I abruptly shift back to give them leverage, inciting me to stagger a bit as I lose my balance, only to be steadied by a firm grip on my arm.

“Careful,” Nicholas whispers in my ear while I try not to focus on the tingling sensation at the spot his palm meets the skin of my lower arm where the short sleeves of my t-shirt can't reach.

“Follow Jazreal,” he declares at the men who bow briefly before straightening. “The long table and chairs need to be brought out.”

They nod in response and whirl toward Jazreal who is already making his way below the staircase. I frown in confusion as I wonder why. My silent question is answered a moment later as they disappear and Nicholas informs me, “There's a door there that leads to the basement.”

“Oh,” I mouth in understanding, feeling slightly embarrassed that he can guess what's going through my mind. “Was it that obvious what I was thinking?”

“I'm a werewolf,” is his simple