Cracks Beneath the Bond
Katelyn couldn’t breathe. The balcony suddenly felt too small, the cold night air too thin in her lungs.
Every instinct inside her screamed danger, yet her body remained frozen beneath the weight of his gaze.
The white wolf watched her like he had found something he had spent years searching for.
Something that already belonged to him. “You need to leave,” Katelyn whispered.
His expression softened slightly at the sound of her voice, and somehow that frightened her more than aggression would have.
“You’re afraid of me.”
“Yes.”
“At least you’re honest.”The moonlight painted his pale skin silver, making him look less human and more like something carved from winter itself.
There was no rush in him. No tension. No uncertainty.
Only certainty. Ancient and te
