Chapter 129 - A thread

Connor POV

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The footsteps stopped outside the door, pausing for only a moment before the handle twisted. Connor gripped the knife tighter, his knuckles glowing white in the darkness. As the door edged open, slowly obscuring him from the view of the person entering, he prepared himself. He knew his presence wouldn’t be hidden. In that room, he could barely pick up Inga’s scent and yet his was fresh. He had planned to excuse the scent the next day claiming he had been searching for Inga, if anyone even bothered to ask. However, to be caught in the act, nosing around at night when she’d be at home, disregarded any excuse he had to be there.

The wolf’s scent reached him, but its familiarity didn’t calm him. If anything, it made his muscles more taut. He was frozen, hoping the wolf would move on, that the thick dust in the air would hide his presence, but those hopes deflated as the wolf stepped inside and shut the door.

“I know you’re in here.” Alex said, though he aimlessly loo