The air turned heavy.
The moment the sheriff finished speaking, a deep voice rang out at the door—
"Who dares to take away my mate?"
The voice was calm, devoid of any emotion, yet it swept through the room like an invisible storm.
Every person present instinctively held their breath. It felt as if an invisible force was pressing down on their chests, making even breathing feel labored and strained.
Regina's body stiffened, her legs suddenly going weak.
She stumbled, nearly collapsing, if not for Harvey's swift reflexes.
All eyes turned toward the doorway.
There, standing under the cold silver light of the moon, was Waldo.
One hand casually tucked into his pocket, his stance was relaxed yet commanding.
His features were sharp and chiseled, as if carved from stone—handsome but cold, devoid of any discernible emotion.
But his wolf-like eyes, dark and calculating, carried a glint of something dangerous, a chilling intensity that sent shivers down the spine.
