After hearing Finnick's reassurances, I finally managed to calm the nervous energy twisting inside my chest. My heart was still beating a little too fast, but at least I could breathe again. I followed the pack's butler upstairs toward the study on the second floor.
The moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere changed.
The elder Mr. Norton's study was filled with old antiques—heavy wooden shelves, ancient ornaments, and objects that carried the quiet weight of history. The faint scent of burning sandalwood drifted through the air. It was the kind of scent elders in the pack liked to use during serious discussions. The moment it reached me, I felt as if I had stepped into a completely different world.
He was already sitting behind the desk, dressed in a long robe. The moment I entered, his sharp gaze fixed on me. It didn't move away even for a second.
I forced myself to stay calm and walked forward slowly until I reached the desk. Lowering my head politely, I greeted him.
