The door opens before anyone can answer, and Kieran fills the doorway.
He's dressed in traveling leathers—black and silver, weapons at his hip. His blue eyes sweep the room, taking in the half-packed trunks, my tear-stained face, my parents' protective stance.
The moment he enters, pain lances through my chest. The bond—the supposedly dead bond—flares to life with devastating force.
I gasp, my hand flying to my chest as Luna surges forward inside me, a sound tearing from her—a mix between a growl and a howl.
Kieran freezes in the doorway, his own hand shooting up to his chest. His eyes widen slightly, and I see the moment it hits him, too. That impossible pull.
For a heartbeat, we just stare at each other. Both feeling what shouldn't exist.
Then his expression hardens into ice.
"It'
