Killian's POV
I stepped closer to Isla, my gaze locking onto hers, searching for the truth she was hiding. “Why does it matter to you, Isla?”
My voice was low, almost a growl, but I kept it steady, coaxing. “What’s the Blackwoods to you?”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her hands twisting together. “They’re… they’re not just some pack, Killian. They’re keepers of balance, not fighters. Wiping them out would throw everything into chaos.”
Her words were careful, and they only fired the curiosity in my chest. She wasn’t just worried about politics, she was protecting something personal.
I leaned in, close enough to catch the faint tremble in her breath, the jasmine scent that always hit me harder than it should. “And you know this?” I pressed. “You’ve been under my watch for months
