Kiya POV
I was standing at my bedroom door like an i***t burglar peeking inside my own room—except instead of checking for thieves, I was checking for a supernatural creature with anger issues and a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds.
Logan… or Leo… whoever the hell was sitting on the floor, chained with silver and shoved in the corner near my bedside table like some abandoned piece of furniture.
Shelly nudged my back from behind.
Go inside.
Easy for her to say. She wasn’t the one who was almost eaten like midnight biryani.
Before I walked in, she whispered all the instructions again—how to calm him, how to speak, how to touch—
God. Why did touching have to be involved?
Taking whatever little courage I had left (basically none), I stepped inside the wolf’s den. A den that used to
