Kael – POV
The control slips.
Not fully. Not yet.
But enough that I feel the fracture.
The moment Elara’s wolf stirs truly stirs mine surges forward with a force that nearly drops me to one knee. Heat roars through my blood, sharp and demanding, my vision narrowing as instinct claws at the edges of my restraint.
Mine.
The word crashes through me like thunder.
I grit my teeth, breath coming slow and heavy as I lock my hands behind my back, fingers digging into my palms hard enough to ground me in pain. My wolf presses closer than he ever has, his presence no longer a whisper but a roar.
She hears us, he growls. She feels us.
I don’t deny it.
I can see it in her the way her breath stutters, the way her eyes darken, the way she leans forward a fraction as if drawn by something she d
