The fire in Killian’s eyes lingered even after he stepped back, his hands falling slowly from my face as if letting go cost him something.
The air between us was charged, the scent of his wolf wrapping around me like smoke. I wanted to step forward again, to close that space. But my head was screaming at me to remember who he was. What he’d done.
“Go inside,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “It’s too cold out here.”
I held his gaze for a moment longer, then turned away before he could see the conflict written all over me. The path back to the pack house felt longer than it should have. Every sound of the forest seemed sharper, as if the night itself was holding its breath.
Inside, the halls were quiet. I checked on Luca, finding him curled up in his bed, clutching his stuffed wolf. Hi
