When Killian left the banquet hall to cool off, he was fuming. If he hadn’t stepped out for air, he might’ve done something he’d regret later.
Without a second thought, he stripped off his clothes, shifted, and ran into the woods, letting his anger burn away with every pounding stride.
He finally stopped in the middle of the forest and shifted back into his human form, panting heavily as his chest rose and fell. The forest stretched endlessly around him, vast and dense, wrapping his entire pack’s territory in its shadowy embrace. Even someone with perfect direction could lose their way here—the expanse was too great, its corners unreachable in a single run.
But despite the stillness around him, his mind refused to calm. Something was wrong. His wolf stirred restlessly inside him, pacing
