Chapter 130: The New Lecturer.
Elara’s POV
I woke up to a low grunt from the other side of the bunk, and I knew immediately that it was Kian.
I turned on my side, barely moving the sheets as I stared at him, hair messy, chest rising and falling in soft, deep breaths, brows slightly furrowed like even in his sleep, he was fighting something.
The scent of pine and steel drifted from his side of the room, but it was laced with something else today, something darker and more primal.
Myra sniffed, too, from within. “That’s not just woods and man sweat. Something’s off with him, and I don’t like it.”
I didn't either, not with the way he’d been moving lately waking up with growls and haunted eyes, sneaking out at night without a word, coming back before dawn with dirt on his boots and exh
