Damian's P.O.V.
The scent hit me first—Kiera’s jasmine and wild lavender cutting through the crisp night air. It shouldn’t have been here, not this far from home, and certainly not outside his house. My wolf stirred, bristling with unease.
She’d slipped out of bed when she thought I wasn’t paying attention, and I’d let it slide, assuming she needed space. But this? Coming to Rowan’s house? Alone? Every nerve in my body screamed for answers.
I didn’t bother knocking. The door splintered under my hand as I shoved it open, my fury barely contained. My eyes scanned the room, locking onto her immediately.
Kiera sat on his bed, her legs crossed, draped in something thin and utterly inappropriate—sensual sleepwear that left far too little to the imagination. The moonlight framed her perfectly
