Rowan stood by the archway, sunlight catching in his hair like a halo, making him look every inch the golden boy Alpha. Except his eyes weren’t soft today; instead, they were wounded, burning with a different kind of fury than Kieran’s.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I hissed automatically, glancing around. I bobbed my head to the right twice as a signal for him to leave.
A few curious eyes were already peeking. Great. Just what I need right now, more gossip. Elder Malkirk would probably love it if they all thought I was threatening their precious treaty and hated me.
Rowan ignored that, striding forward until he was too close, until I could smell damp earth and pine on his skin. “You look tired,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch my cheek. “What did he do to you?”
“Don’t.” My voice cra
