The weight of Deimon's possessiveness pressed down on Kate like a suffocating blanket. Despite the comfort she'd offered him the night before, unease had burrowed into her heart. His need, driven by desire and vengeance, scared her.
She craved freedom and wanted to explore the connection she felt with Gandal. His easy smile and genuine friendship contrasted starkly with Deimon's brooding intensity. Gandal wasn't burdened by pack loyalty or revenge. He was simply Gandal, a kind, funny man who made her laugh.
Gandal's playful farewell and lingering gaze sparked rebellion within Kate. Maybe, she thought, there was more to life than the intensity she shared with Deimon. Maybe there was room for a lighter, freer connection.
The next morning, Kate woke with newfound resolve. She couldn't stay
