KIERAN
I shouldn't be following her.
I've spent the entire opening ceremony fighting the urge to cross the arena and demand answers. That pull, that connection I felt the moment our eyes met, it shouldn't exist. I rejected her five years ago. Severed the bond completely. It should be dead, buried, forgotten.
But the second I saw her sitting in that Eastern box, dressed in emerald silk with her dark hair pinned up to expose that pale throat, something in my chest came alive. Like a dormant beast waking from a long sleep, hungry and furious.
My wolf has been clawing at my consciousness ever since, demanding I go to her, find out why the bond feels like it's trying to snap back into place.
"Your Majesty?" Commander Thane's voice breaks through my thoughts. "The banquet is about to begin.
