Lyra
The forest was still humming with the aftertaste of my revelations when Killian finally stood. His eyes never left me, but the suspicion I had seen earlier was gone, replaced with something sharper. It was curiosity edged with disbelief.
“Show me,” he said at last. His Alpha voice, though quiet, carried command. “Don’t just tell me. Prove it.”
I arched a brow, unable to resist a small smirk.
“You want me to prove that I’m not just a wolf playing tricks?”
“I need to see it with my own eyes,” he replied. His jaw flexed, his body taut, like a man steeling himself for impact. “Otherwise, how can I ask the others to believe in you when I don’t even know if I should? Show me the extent of your fighting power.”
The words pricked, but I understood. This wasn’t just about him. This was
