Hannah's POV
Without any apparent reason, I emit an hiss as Sheilah enters the room. Her demeanor suggests distress, as she glares at me with intense curiosity.
"Hannah?" She utters my name cautiously, approaching me with great care and scanning my face as if expecting it to unveil some revelation.
"Damn. What happened to you?"
Nothing happened to me. I'm content, experiencing an overwhelming sense of joy. For once, I feel in control—how can that be a negative thing? And why is she even here? Who summoned her?
Glancing at Tyrell and Luca, I'm disappointed to see them back in their human forms, dressed as though they weren't the same werewolves prepared to rip each other apart. What a party pooper!
"Sheilah? Uh... How did you sense your presence was required?" Tyrell casually inquires
