From Emily's point of view.

Owen stood in the room for around five minutes.

Then, he left.

I clearly heard him closing the door.

Silence was once again restored in the room.

I immediately got up and looked at the desk. The papers had been moved. It seemed like I was right. He had indeed seen my drawings.

My wolf said, "I bet he must have understood something from your drawings and will do something soon."

"Really? I don't think so. He did nothing just now," I said.

"You were sleeping. Maybe he didn't want to wake you up. Didn't you notice he left the room with light footsteps? It...