SCARLETT
The next I felt was heat.
Kael’s heat.
The bed beneath me was softer than any place I had ever laid my head, the sheets rich with his scent smoke, cedar, and something wilder that made my wolf stir restlessly inside me. I blinked, my vision swimming until I saw him.
Kael sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his broad chest rising and falling like a predator holding himself back from tearing into his prey. His knuckles were bloodied, his temple bruised. But it wasn’t his wounds that made my stomach twist it was his eyes.
Golden. Burning. Terrifying.
“You nearly killed yourself,” he said, his voice low, raw. “Do you even understand what that mark is doing to you?”
My hand instinctively went to my shoulder, where the crescent glowed faintly, silver threads still pulsing und
