The door slams shut behind Kieran with a sound that settles deep in my gut like a punch. Just like that, the rest of the world disappears. That weird pull between us thrums under my skin, ragged and needy.
I’m still halfway shifted when he crosses the room—black fur prickling along my arms, claws twitching at my sides. Viper’s going nuts inside me, not just pacing but throwing herself against my ribs like she’s trying to bust out.
Kieran doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at me like I’m the last damn thing left standing in this shitty world.
His eyes burn gold, wild and exhausted. His shirt’s ripped open from the fight, sweat and blood streaking his chest. The scent of blood, sweat, and wolf fills the room.
His hand comes up slow, giving me one last out.
I don’t take it.
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