Anita pov
I had no other place to go; he was going to get me regardless of where I ran. The least I could do was open the door. Maybe he finally had the courage to put an end to my life. I knew he wanted to kill me, like he did to those men earlier, but somehow I could sense the restraint in all his gestures and words and in the way he treated me the moment he stood before me.
"Anita, open the door, please."
The way he called my name made me feel so many things. I had no idea what I actually felt, but I knew it was far from anger or disgust; it was something different, something compelling enough to make me stand on the floor, then open the door for him.
And just then, I saw his lips slightly stretched in a smile. My heart skipped a beat, but my curious wolf had prompted my subconsciou
