Kirill paced around his office, replaying everything that had happened. The wolf had taken over him completely and brought him under full control. Apparently, that faint scent of a mate had been enough. This time, however, he remembered everything clearly—especially how he had nearly attacked his own father when he sensed a threat to Vera.
And there was one more moment he remembered particularly well: the way Vera had kissed his nose. The memory alone made him smile.
A female figure appeared at the doorway.
“Kirill, may I come in?”
Kirill snapped out of his thoughts.
“Maura, of course. Come in. What is it?”
She entered and sat down on the couch, studying her brother carefully.
“Are you all right? I know what happened yesterday. Maybe you want to talk about it?”
“No, I don’t,” Kiril
