_Kieran's POV_
The moment I stepped inside my house, I let out a long breath.
The visit to the Redmoon Pack had left me with more questions than answers. Lucian had been tense, too tense for an Alpha who had nothing to hide. The way he reacted when I went up those stairs… the way that black-haired guard had stood in front of that door like his life depended on it…
Atlas was restless inside me. He was pacing and growling.
She’s there, Kieran.
I rubbed my face. "It’s impossible," I muttered under my breath.
And yet… the pull I had felt, the way my wolf had reacted—it didn’t feel like a coincidence.
I needed to clear my head.
I walked to my room and stripped off my suit jacket, tossing it on the bed. The fabric smelled faintly of pine and leather, the lingering scent of Redmoon’s pack
