Grace
I should’ve known something was wrong the moment the wind shifted.
The path I was walking along was quiet—too quiet. No birdsong. No rustle of leaves. Just the crunch of my boots on gravel and the distant creak of wood. I didn’t mind the quiet; I needed it so I could clear my mind of what Killian had told me.
He’s my mate!
Finding out he was my friend, the man I truly loved, whom I believed had died, was a lot. I couldn’t get my head around it, and though I wanted to rush into his big, strong arms, I couldn’t. I needed a moment to myself.
I’d been to the training grounds, hitting out at a dummy to try and get the frustration out of me. After forty-five minutes, I gave up and left.
I was walking back from the training field, my muscles sore, my mind still tangled in Killian’s vo
