Zara’s POV
I had never seen Greyson look uncertain before.
Angry? Yes.
Cold? Often.
Protective? More than he liked to admit.
But uncertain?
Never.
Yet the moment that stranger stepped into the moonlight, something changed in him.
His body remained in front of me like a shield, but tension coiled through every muscle. His breathing sharpened. His wolf stirred violently beneath the surface.
And somehow…
That scared me more than the rogues.
Because if Greyson feared this man, then I should too.
The stranger—Kael—looked at me as if he knew secrets I had never even been told.
I hated it immediately.
“I don’t know you,” I said, forcing strength into my voice.
His gaze softened in a way that felt deeply wrong.
“No,” he said. “But you were always meant to.”
Fire growled inside me.
