Ridah’s POV
Two nights.
That’s all Kael gave me.
The old quarry was empty when I got there. No guards, no traps, no pack. Just stone, dust, and the faint echo of water dripping somewhere deep in the pit.
Kael had picked it for the same reason I had—no civilians, no witnesses, nowhere to run.
If I lost control here, it would only be his blood on my hands.
Forsaken wanted to come. I told him no.
“One of us has to keep the pack safe if this goes wrong,” I said.
He didn’t like it. But he understood.
Kael was already in the center of the pit when I dropped down.
No wolf. No shift. Just him, bare-chested, scars catching the moonlight, a blade resting across his palms like an offering.
“You came,” he said. Not surprised. Just… satisfied.
“You threatened fifty kids,” I said. “What
