Belinda entered the dimly lit office, her heart pounding but her face maintaining a mask of innocence. The high-ranking werewolf sat behind his desk, his sharp gaze lingering on her as he gestured for her to come closer. Belinda, ever the playful one, walked in with a casual saunter, but deep down, she could feel the tension tightening like a noose around her.
"You're one of the newly turned, aren't you?" The werewolf's voice was gruff, his eyes narrowing as he scanned her up and down, inspecting her with unsettling intensity.
Belinda's mind raced, but her instincts kicked in. This could be her escape route. She forced a bright smile and nodded eagerly. "Yes, I just recently turned," she lied smoothly, hoping her nonchalant attitude would sell the story.
