Mr. Wrong Is Mr. Right
A werewolf I didn't recognize poked his head inside.
When he saw me, his eyes flickered with something strange, and he quickly said, "Luna, I'm Beta Dorian Sharp. Alpha sent me to fetch something."
His tone was polite, but his eyes kept darting around the room, as if searching for something. I raised my gaze, studying his unfamiliar face with suspicion.
Beta Dorian Sharp? Something about him felt off.
I frowned. "What did Alpha tell you to fetch?"
"It's an important document in the drawer in your room. I can go get it," he said, stepping toward the inner room with quick, urgent strides.