Killian
It had started as a gut feeling.
It was nothing more than a gnawing discomfort in my chest. Something told me not to wait for Lira's report. Not to finish the rounds with my beta. Not to let time stretch between Lyra’s promise and her return. So I left. Drove faster than I should have, ignoring logic and every other voice that said this might end badly.
As I pulled up to the edge of her house, I smelled him and I knew that my worst fears had been realised.
Damon was in the house.
It was like acid in my throat.
I parked crookedly, tires spitting dust and I slammed the door before the engine had even settled. My wolf surged to the surface, snarling and on edge. I didn’t know what I would find but my worst fear was already unfolding. Damon was here. With her. Again.
How had I
