Kieran’s body went rigid, his wolf instincts flaring to life as the mournful howl echoed through the forest. My heart pounded, each beat echoing the growing tension in the air. The howl wasn’t just a call—it was a cry for help, filled with a gut-wrenching pain that made my blood run cold. Whoever it was, they were in serious trouble, and they were close. Too close.
Kieran’s eyes locked onto mine, blazing with determination. “Stay here, Aylin,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. “I need to go check this out.”
I grabbed his arm before he could turn away, my grip firm. “No, I’m coming with you.” There was no way I was staying behind, not when one of his pack members—our pack member—was in danger.
His jaw clenched, the protective side of him warring with the knowledge that I wasn’t someone
