Kael POV
The night air in the Silverfang gardens was cold, but Kael barely felt it.
Selene stood a few steps away from him, her expression caught between confusion and irritation after the way he had pulled back from her so abruptly.
Moments earlier she had kissed him.
For years, that had been normal between them.
Comfortable. Familiar.
Expected.
But tonight something had been different.
Something had felt… wrong.
Kael dragged a hand through his dark hair as he paced slowly across the stone path.
Fenrir was restless inside his mind.
No.
Restless wasn’t the right word.
The wolf was furious.
She is not our mate.
Kael clenched his jaw.
“I know.”
Selene folded her arms.
“Well?” she demanded, clearly annoyed now. “What was that?”
Kael stopped pacing.
“What?”
“That,” she sna
