The howl that shattered the tense silence between us sent a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. Kieran was on his feet instantly, his body tense as he scanned the darkness outside the cabin.
“They’re close,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
I stood up slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. The rogue vampires weren’t just hunting us—they were hunting me. My powers were an anomaly, something they feared and craved in equal measure. And Kieran? He was standing between them and me.
“We need to go,” he said, already moving toward the door.
I nodded, but my legs felt like they were made of lead. The weight of everything—of the bond, the danger, the impossible situation we were in—pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket.
Kieran paused at the door, looking back at me. “Aylin,”
