Clara's POV
I slipped through the main doors as quietly as I could, my bare feet silent against the cold marble floor. The packhouse was quieter than usual, most pack members busy with their evening routines. Perfect. I could make it to my room without anyone seeing me, without anyone asking questions I wasn't ready to answer.
The scent of another man still clung to my skin like a guilty secret. Killian's scent. I needed a shower, needed to wash away the evidence of what I'd done before anyone noticed.
But as I crept through the common area, heading for the stairs, a voice cut through the silence like a blade.
"Clara."
I froze. My blood turned to ice in my veins as I slowly turned toward the sound.
Darius sat in the shadows of the corner, perfectly still, like he'd been carved from s
