Killian
I stood there, fists clenched, watching Luca disappear into the trees. His scent lingered in the clearing, mingling with hers, sharp in my nose and sharper in my chest. My wolf bristled, not out of distrust, but because of what I had just seen. Her face buried against him, her tears soaking into his shirt, his arms around her like I wasn’t even alive. Like she wasn’t mine. My mate.
The second he was gone, my gaze snapped back to her. She stood awkwardly, her hands twisting at her sides, eyes still damp, avoiding me as if guilty.
It broke something inside me.
“You ran to him,” I ground out, my voice low and dangerous. “Your mother was nearly killed, and instead of coming to me, you…” I jabbed a finger toward the path Luca had taken…“you ran to him.”
Her head shot up at that, si
