For a moment, the officer’s hard stance softened. “You’re braver than I’d ever be,” he muttered under his breath. Marianne glanced over her shoulder with a faint smile. “It’s not about bravery. It’s about seeing the fear behind the fangs.”
The wolf, sensing the shift in the room, let out a soft huff before turning toward the door. Its gaze locked with Marianne’s, silently urging her to follow. “It’s leading us somewhere,” she said, standing. “We have to go with it.”