Rowan’s POV
I heard her footsteps on the wooden floor. Caroline did not run, but the rhythm of her steps betrayed the tension coiled inside her—quick, uneven taps as she climbed the stairs, followed by the soft click of the door. Finally, I was alone with him.
I turned to Jace. The kid still stood in the middle of the living room, dark hair plastered to his face by rain and snow. The air around him vibrated; his tension was so dense it felt tangible. His wolf scraped just beneath the surface, ready to break loose again.
“Have you lost your mind?” I hissed, taking a step toward him. My voice dropped into the Alpha register, the kind that demanded obedience. “I told you to wait outside.”
Jace didn’t back down. His eyes still burned with that dangerous yellow sheen Caroline had noticed.
