Davon sat at the edge of his desk, a stack of paperwork scattered before him, untouched. His pen had stilled, clenched tightly in his fist. At first, it was faint—a whisper of something familiar, like the lingering trace of a dream. But then it grew stronger. Sharper. Potent. Unignorable.
Nia.
Her scent was thick in the air, winding around his senses like a noose. His chest rose and fell with mounting tension. His jaw locked, a muscle twitching at the corner as he inhaled again, slower this time.
Too strong. Too fresh.
She was close. She had to be.
His wolf stirred beneath his skin, rising fast and aggressive. It snapped against the barriers of his control, howling for her, demanding to see her. Touch her. Protect her. Punish whoever dared keep her hidden.
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In Kael’s room, the fi
