"Am I allowed in?" A knock rapped on the office door, calling Shelbrooke's attention back to reality.

He exhaled as he looked around the room, a deep cut scar on his arm which he covered in a bandage. He swirled a black pen in his hand, thinking back and forth about Lyne. She had gotten her Wolf and worse, became stronger.

"Come in," Shelbrooke muttered and his man walked in, wearing a black jacket and black pants.

He bowed slightly but paused when his gaze moved towards his arm.

"Who did that to you?" He pointed towards the bandage.

"This?" Shelbrooke lifted it as if he didn't know what he...