Derek didn't recognize the heartbeat on the other side of the door, but it sounded anxious, so he looked up in concern as he called out for the person to enter the office.
"Come in."
He'd taken his lunch with Isaac in the office, and his slave had excused himself just a few minutes earlier to remove the tray. The werewolf was seated at his desk, his sleeveless undershirt and arms still dusted with faint traces of white powder from the drywall they'd taken down that morning.