Chapter 6.

Marissa POV.

To say my heart wasn’t in my throat would be an understatement. I’m terrified to say the least. I can’t shift even if I wanted to. I gulp, knowing I need answers. I’m smarter than this.

“I know you’re a werewolf. Please don’t tell Damien that you have found me. I will do anything you say. Just don’t hurt me.” I beg desperately. His breathing becomes heavier, almost pained, but he doesn’t confirm or deny anything.

“He’s heading this way. Don’t let him run off!” A furious voice sounded in the corridor. Rushed footsteps grow closer to my office, my eyes not leaving the closed door.

“Stay down.” A warm large hand snakes feebly over my mouth and I gasp. I nod my head frantically. My heart is beating in my ears. The metallic scent of blood enters my nose as my eyes widen in realisation. He is injured. The people who are drawing closer must be after him. Shit!

“Check all the rooms, find him and kill him.” The man from outside says with a growl. Wolves. The guy in my office pull