298 Striking At The Right Time
before midnight. If I waited even a few hours, Mark might find a loophole.
I typed back one word-
Noted.
Then I put my phone away and kept working.
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The office was too quiet tonight. Even with the gentle hum of the building, something about the silence felt wrong. I ignored it and reached for the folder on my desk–only for the lights to flicker overhead.
My hand froze.
The lights flickered again.
Then the room went dim, shadows stretching across the floor in long, slow movements that made my wolf raise her head.
“Daniel?” I called out, thinking maybe he had stepped in without knocking. No answer.
The back corner of my office shifted–like someone had stepped out of the darkness itself.
I didn’t move. I didn’t blink.
A shape peeled itself out of the shadows, casual, calm, like he belonged here. When he stepped into the half–light, the air around me went cold. Not fear. Just a kind of sharp awareness, like the world narrowed to one point.
Elias.
His eyes held amusement. “So you think you’re untouchable.”
I didn’t stand. I didn’t even look away. “You took a long route just to say something that useless.”
He laughed softly. “Bold. Or stupid. It’s hard to tell the difference with you.”
He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “You’re making too much noise, Amy. The rogues don’t like it. Mark doesn’t like it. And I-” He tilted his head. “-find it entertaining. But even entertainment has limits.”
My fingers moved toward the silent alarm under my desk.
“You won’t reach it in time,” he murmured.
He was right–because the door to my office didn’t just open, it slammed so hard the frame shook.
Daniel’s wolf hit the ground first. Not Daniel–his wolf. Full shift. Full fury. His eyes locked on Elias, teeth bared in a silent threat that filled the whole room.
Elias just smiled wider.
The air changed instantly, thick with dominance and tension. Daniel’s claws dug into the floor. His growl vibrated through the walls.
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Chapter 298 Striking At The Right Time
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Elias didn’t flinch. “Relax, Alpha,” he said, amused. “If I wanted her dead, she’d already be bleeding on the floor.”
I stood then, steady. “If you came here to make threats, do it clearly so I can decide how to answer.”
He looked at me, eyes sharp with something that felt like mock admiration. “Fine, little queen. Since you insist.”
He leaned in slightly–not close enough to breach Daniel’s strike zone, but close enough that I felt the shift in the air.
“Tell your Luna,” he said, eyes on Daniel now, “to stop meddling… or Mark won’t be the only corpse on the ground.”
Daniel lunged.
Elias moved faster. His body dissolved into the shadows like smoke being swallowed by darkness. One breath he was there, the next he was gone. No sound. No trace.
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