KILLIAN
I told myself I’d stay out of it.
That was the plan, at least. I came here late, arms folded. My gaze kept snapping to Freya.
The way she stood at the edge of the sparring ring, shoulders tight, head bowed just enough that she seemed to hope no one would notice her. But I noticed. Hell, I couldn’t stop noticing. Every line of her posture screamed she didn’t want to be here, but stubbornness kept her planted. She moved as if blending in was her only armor, as if fading into the background would keep her safe.
Safe from what? From me? From my pack? From herself?
She doesn’t belong here, I reminded myself. She shouldn’t be here.
But my wolf answered immediately, his voice low and fierce, vibrating through my chest like a growl. She’s ours.
I clenched my jaw and forced my eyes a
