Raul climbed the stairs two at a time, his heartbeat pounding louder with each step, not from exertion, but from the nerves steadily crawling under his skin. His wolf, Duko, growled low inside him, pacing with unease.
"I don't like this," Duko murmured in his mind.
"Yeah, no kidding," Raul muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as the rooftop door came into view. Neither he nor his wolf had ever liked dealing with Lady Ulva, there was just something about her that rubbed them the wrong way. It wasn't fear, exactly. It was more like... an instinctive warning, like their gut knew there was something off about her, something they hadn't quite figured out yet — but whatever it was, it couldn't be anything good.
Her scent thickened the air like smoke, wild and sharp, laced with agitation. She was up here — no doubt about it. But what was she doing? Why had she left them behind only to retreat to the school rooftop?
