Serenity's POV
The tension between us coils tight, vibrating in the air. Darian’s eyes are fixed on me, his jaw set, his hand twitching like it wants to snatch something from me.
“What do you mean, you’ll find out?” His voice is low, tight, trembling just enough to betray panic.
I tilt my head, letting the hallway shadows play over my features. Calm, measured. “I’ll go to Kaelen,” I say. “I’ll ask him myself.”
The moment my words hit the air, the change in him is immediate. His wolf rises beneath his skin, muscles shifting, claws flexing beneath fabric, his senses flaring.
“No. You can’t,” he hisses, stepping toward me, his hands moving to grab my wrist. Panic and fury pulse from him in waves I feel against my own skin.
“I can,” I snap, jerking my hand back. “It’s the only way I’ll k
