The Wolf at the Door

The intercom buzzed at exactly eight o'clock, its sharp sound cutting through the peaceful evening like a blade. Sylvie was in the kitchen with Willa, watching her daughter pick at a bowl of soup, when Evander appeared in the doorway.

"Damon's at the front gate." His voice came quiet, controlled. "Security is asking if they should let him through."

Sylvie's hands went cold. "Don't let him in. Tell