Leah
A shadow detached from the garden wall and dropped silently to the ground—tall, broad, lethal. Moonlight carved sharp angles across his face: high cheekbones, a jaw that could cut glass, and those ink-black eyes that seemed to drink the night itself. Kaelen Black.
My wolf surged forward so hard I nearly staggered. She clawed at the inside of my skin, howling for release, for him.
He straightened, every inch of him radiating raw Alpha power—dangerous, arrogant, and so devastatingly beautiful it hurt to look at him. The black shirt clung to the hard planes of his chest, sleeves rolled to reveal corded forearms dusted with dark hair. His scent hit me like a d**g: storm-charged pine, smoke, and something darker, something that made my thighs clench involuntarily.
“Finally found you,”
