Three days passed.
Three days in which Amaris couldn’t shake the strange fear in her chest… where glances were avoided, and a constant presence neither of them could ignore lingered between them.
That morning, Amaris walked into Kael’s study while he was handling pack matters.
“I’m going to see my parents,” she said without warning.
Kael looked up slowly.
“No.”
There was no doubt in his voice—it was as clear as ever.
“You can’t stop me,” she replied.
“Yes, I can,” he countered, rising to his feet. “I won’t allow you to leave this mansion to go running after that wolf.”
Amaris frowned, but she didn’t pretend ignorance. She knew exactly who he meant.
“I’m not running after anyone. But even if I see him, that changes nothing. He belongs to my pack.”
That was enough. Kael stood and
