[Killian]
I walk away like none of it touched me. Steady steps. No rush. No hesitation. Just forward, because turning back would mean admitting it got to me.
Victoria's heels click behind me, light and victorious, like she's just won a prize she didn't earn. "See?" she murmurs, voice pitched low, conspiratorial. "That's the type she is. Already draped over some nobody like a cheap coat. Pathetic."
My jaw locks so tight it aches. Adam's apple bobs once, like I'm swallowing molten lead. I don't respond. Don't turn. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing my face.
Inside, my wolf is a goddamn hurricane. It's not just anger. It's rage, pure and feral, like someone's ripped the skin off my territory and paraded it around. He snarls, crashes against my ribs, wants control. Wants me to spin
