The storm outside rattled against the windows of Kael’s quarters, the low growl of thunder echoing like a warning. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the flames of the fireplace, painting the chamber in gold and scarlet hues. Ariana stood near the heavy oak desk where she had confronted him only moments ago about the portrait of her parents.
Her chest still heaved with the weight of unanswered questions.
“Why did you lie to me, Kael?” Her voice trembled, but her eyes burned with defiance. “You knew them. You’ve known all along.”
Kael stood opposite her, jaw clenched, hands braced on the edge of the desk as though it was the only thing anchoring him. His eyes gleamed a dangerous amber, his wolf straining just beneath the surface.
“I told you already,” he bit out, voice low, guttura
