The wind rustled through the trees like a warning.
I stood there, heart pounding as Killian’s figure disappeared between the trees, swallowed whole by the woods.
The last thing he said echoed in my mind—you already know.
But I didn’t.
Not really.
Not completely.
I pressed a hand to my chest, half-expecting to feel something clawing underneath my skin.
The thrum in my veins hadn’t stopped since the day before.
It was like… like something inside me was waking up—and it wasn’t mine.
Finally, a voice whispered in the back of my mind.
I froze.
It wasn’t external.
It wasn’t imagined.
It was internal.
Deep.
Like it came from my very bones.
I spun around, half-expecting someone to be behind me, but there was no one.
Just the wind.
The trees.
The faint scent of pine an
