KILLIAN.
I led her up the narrow stairs to the roof.
It was not the most logical choice with Wolf Council investigators racing toward our gates and the pack house still running on emergency power, but it was the only place where no one would interrupt us. No corridors, no warriors, no Claude appearing with updates. Just open sky, cold night air, and the pack grounds stretching out below us.
Candice followed without question. Her hand stayed in mine until we reached the edge and looked out over the territory. Below us, warriors moved through the grounds while sections of the pack house slowly regained power, lights flickering back on one by one.
We stood side by side in the cold air for a long moment, neither of us speaking.
“You brought me to the roof,” she said finally, a faint trace
