ELLA POV
The warning text stayed in my head for maybe five seconds before the lock turned.
I straightened as much as the silver allowed and tried very hard not to look like someone who had just spent the last ten minutes talking to herself, panicking over her missing wolf and wondering whether the guy she’d kissed hours ago had somehow gotten her kidnapped.
The door opened.
The first man through was the one with the Australian accent.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark beard. Sunburn across his nose like he spent more time outdoors than he probably should. He looked somewhere in his thirties, maybe older. Hard to tell with the beard.
The second one was younger, blond, broad through the shoulders and built like the kind of guy who thought protein powder counted as a personality.
Neither of
