"Aren't you here to see me?" Radulf asked.
Melissa didn't respond, instead she fidgeted with the edges of her gown.
"Come inside," Radulf said and walked in. She followed him in and saw him pouring a glass of wine for himself. "Do you want to drink?" He shifted his gaze at her.
"No, thank you," Melissa replied.
"Hmm. Have a seat then," he said, gesturing toward the armchair. She settled into it, watching as he sat on the main sofa, casually swirling the wine in his glass, his eyes never leaving her.
"May I know what your wolf is called?" Melissa asked cautiously, breaking the silence.
Radulf met her gaze, taking a slow sip of his wine before smirking. "You'll have to figure that out," he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Melissa demanded, her hands clasping tightly in frustration. "You can't be so secretive about something like that. Just tell me your wolf's name," she added, her tone firm.
