Lillian.
I had already been heading toward my chambers when a strange restlessness began to settle in my chest.
It wasn’t sudden in a loud, obvious way—it crept in quietly, tightening around my thoughts, making it impossible to stay still. My steps slowed, then faltered completely as the feeling deepened. Something was off. Something didn’t feel right.
My mind immediately drifted to Scott.
Regardless of whether Kayla was human or not, Scott had taken her into his room. Under normal circumstances, it would have meant nothing. He did what he wanted, when he wanted, without explanation. But today wasn’t normal. Not in the slightest.
In just a few hours, the red moon would rise.
And that changed everything.
For ordinary wolves, the red moon meant heat, instinct, and surrender—an overwhe
