Ayla’s POV
The next morning, my wolf was restless.
You should’ve stayed with Agnar longer, she nudged, her voice echoing in the back of my mind.
Kael shifted back first, don’t blame me, I snapped.
I think you should just accept him. You like being around him.
I sighed, pulling my hair back. Yeah, I liked him, but I wasn't naive. I didn't trust the situation. He was only being this way because of the bond. If we weren’t fated, I’d probably be locked in an iron cell somewhere until he finds a way to break his curse fully. To Kael, I was a pawn, and the bond was just the string he used to move me.
I headed down the hall to Kiara’s room. I needed to tell her. She was the only person that knew much about the Sayer blood in me which has finally woken.
Before I could even knock, the door
