RAGNAR’S POV
I knew something was wrong long before I saw it.
It started as a pull. A sharp, restless unease that coiled low in my chest, tightening with every breath, refusing to let my wolf settle. It dragged at me from the inside, like something was being tugged too far, stretched too thin.
And then I felt her. Thalia. Not just her presence, but her heartbeat was fast, uneven, brushing against another rhythm that wasn’t mine.
By the time I reached the rooftop, I already knew I wasn’t going to like what I would see.
But I looked anyway. And there it was. Caleb. His hand curved around her waist like it belonged there. His body closed the space I hadn’t realized I was measuring. His lips were on hers.
My wolf snarled instantly, a violent, furious sound that scraped through my chest,
