KADE’S POV
I ended the call with Maddox and let the phone drop onto the desk.
My fingers twitched, curling into a slow, tight fist. My other hand reached for the glass beside me, but I didn’t drink. I only stared, my reflection distorted in the dark amber liquid.
Then, I looked up.
Across the room, in the corner where the firelight barely reached, my beast watched me.
Star.
She was my baby. Her massive body was coiled, muscles tense beneath dark, jagged fur, those unnerving eyes locked onto me with their usual quiet intensity. She knew something was different. She could feel it.
I exhaled, slow and measured.
She had always been like this. Watching. Waiting. As if she knew every dark thought crawling through my skull.
And tonight, those thoughts were particularly dark.
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