Killian hadn’t come home since yesterday—he’d been caught up with the new security arrangements after the rogue attacks. But tonight he had no choice. It was his Luna’s birthday, and he had to be there. He came straight from the pack office, already dressed in the tuxedo Ethan had brought from the pack house, and made his way into the party, greeting his pack members politely.
And then he saw her. Isabella, descending the stairs with Rose.
His gaze froze.
She looked breathtaking, just like the angel he used to call her. So beautiful. So stunning. Almost unreal, like she didn’t belong to this world.
Killian noticed how everyone’s attention shifted to her, and an unexpected annoyance stirred inside him. His chest tightened with a strange burn he couldn’t quite explain. He didn’t like the
