KILLIAN.
The drive back to Crescent Moon Pack should have cleared my head. It didn’t.
My grip tightened around the steering wheel as her face refused to leave my mind. Candice Miller. Even her name felt wrong—like something that didn’t quite belong.
I exhaled slowly. “Candice Miller…” I muttered, testing the name again. It still felt wrong. And yet, she didn’t feel like a stranger.
My brows furrowed as my wolf stirred faintly inside me. That alone was enough to irritate me. For years, it had been nothing but a shadow—silent, distant and barely present unless absolutely necessary.
But now? After meeting one woman, he suddenly wanted to wake up? My jaw clenched.
I already knew I couldn’t shift. I hadn’t been able to for years. The moment I rejected Sara, something inside me broke and t
