"Miss Tillman and Young Master Tillman are in the upper den, cleansing themselves," the servant reported as Elliot entered the villa.
The words barely settled before I felt it—his presence shifting through the pack house like a change in pressure before a storm. Elliot didn't walk so much as command space itself, his Alpha aura pressing lightly against the walls as he moved upstairs with steady, unhurried strides. I followed at a distance, not because I needed to, but because instinct always reacted when he moved with intent like that.
I assumed Anastasia was still with Jared, that the bathing chamber was a safe, closed space. Nothing in me warned otherwise.
That assumption dissolved the moment Elliot reached her door.
He didn't hesitate. He pushed it open with the quiet certainty of someone entering his own territory, expecting order, expecting routine. Instead, his senses collided with steam, warmth, and Anastasia's presence in the water.
