KIERA
Cillian back came to his room in the middle of the night and silently occupied his side of the bed. I was lying still, pretending to be asleep, but I knew that he was aware deep down. The silence in the dark room was so thick and palpable that I was having a hard time breathing.
I considered turning around and asking him whether my father had called or not or if I was ever going to leave this place at all, but something within me resisted. More than asking the question, I was afraid of the answer he would give.
For me, there was no right answer.
It had been days since Cynthia has stopped communicating with me, and for a shifter, it was the most painful of all griefs. While my human and logical side was still coping up with the torn emotions, my wolf wanted her mate.
And every
