Kian’s pov
I stood there, breathing hard, my wolf still pushing against my skin, demanding I chase her. The forest was quiet now, but my pulse wasn’t.
She ran. Why did she run?
The pieces slammed together one by one, sharp and undeniable. That mark. That scent. That reaction. My jaw tightened as the truth finally hit me.
“It was her… I bit her.” The memory of that night; wild, red-tinted, driven by instinct and the Blood Moon, flashed through me. I had felt a pull, a heat and a connection I couldn’t explain. I’d searched for the wolf afterward and found nothing.
Because she hid. Because it was Nyra. Did she know?
A curse left my lips and I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breathing. Why the hell didn’t she say it when we first clashed? Was she hiding it?
My wolf g
