I leap a foot in the air, yelping softly as my heart races with sudden panic. Spinning in place and steadying myself against the solid doors, I find a very large, very angry Alpha towering over me. Bastien emanates disapproval: his silver gaze narrowed in reproach, his jaw rigid and arms crossed over his chest.
I quail, guilt assailing me as I shrink away from him, my cheeks flushing bright pink. “How in the Goddess’s name did you do that?”
He ignores me, closing one powerful hand over my nape. “What do you have to say for yourself, little wolf?”
By now my initial shock has subsided, and I realize I have no reason to feel guilty. Straightening up and giving my mate my best scowl, I state, “I have a right to know what’s going on.”
“Then knock on the door a
