Elara's POVI was still reeling from his sudden, unexpected care, but my instincts took over. I bowed my head and rubbed my tears and runny nose into the sleeve he'd handed me.It was all so overwhelming. Just a day ago, I could never have imagined losing control like this.Footsteps echoed outside. Werewolf footsteps. They were heavy, steady, and measured.Draven shook off the sleeve, draping his coat over my shoulders. It clung tightly, covering my bare upper body. I breathed in short, ragged gasps, instinctively curling into the chair back, but the ache along my spine made me groan.The door opened, and another black-clad werewolf stepped inside, handing a stack of papers to Draven. My eyes were drawn to the crisp white sheets, but I didn't dare look up at him. I could only stare at my knees as tears fell onto the luxurious fabric of his coat. There was no sound, no visible wet spots, but I knew it was there.I caught fragments of their conversation. Words like "security camer
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