[Killian]
Seven o'clock sharp, and the city's skyline bleeds red and gold outside my office windows, like a wound that's taking its time closing.
I stare at the contracts scattered across my desk—mergers, acquisitions, the usual empire-building bullshit—but my mind's elsewhere. Ticking down the hours. Five to go until the full moon hits its peak.
The restlessness is already there, a low simmer under my skin, my heartbeat edging up like it's testing the bars of its cage. My wolf stirs, pacing, hungry for something I refuse to give it.
But I've got this handled. Sedatives prepped, dosage bumped up. Last month I rode it out alone, no cracks in the armor. Tonight will be the same. I don't need anyone.
Especially not her.
Two knocks at the door, and it swings open without my say-so. Victo
