The moment Hunter heard Kellan’s name, his jaw clenched so hard it echoed in his temples. He didn’t say a word at first. He just stood at the edge of the hollow clearing, watching Celeste with narrowed eyes, like he was calculating how fast he could track this bastard down and tear him limb from limb.
Logan glanced over at him and muttered, “Well, that’s the murder face. Good. I was worried he’d try diplomacy.”
“He’s not going near her,” Hunter growled under his breath.
Celeste had only just finished recounting what the captured rogue had said: that the attacks weren’t meant to kill, but to test them. That he, Kellan, was coming.
She hadn’t even flinched when she said his name. She’d kept her tone neutral, almost clinical. But her hands were clenched at her sides and Luna was pacing in
