Lilith's POV
The next morning, I was roused from sleep by the elegant strains of a violin.
Kieran had already left for work. I lay alone in the bed as the music flowed through every corner of the estate, as tangible as the morning mist.
Every note was a reminder—Rylan was home.
Just the thought of him made my heart race uncontrollably, dragging me back to that perfectly serene smile he'd given us last night.
The smile itself was flawless. But under those circumstances—having just seen his older brother entangled with his stepsister—how could anyone smile so naturally?
What churned my stomach even more was the near certainty, he was one of my mates.
Just one glance last night and I'd locked onto him.
The wolf inside me stirred restlessly, my blood crackling with tiny, electric spar
