Aria didn’t know where Kael was taking her—only that his hand was wrapped gently around her wrist, warm and steady, like an anchor she hadn’t known she needed.
The morning sun filtered through towering pines, light spilling through the branches in soft gold ribbons. It caught in Kael’s silver-white hair, turning it almost luminous as they walked deeper into the pack’s territory.
He didn’t rush her. He didn’t drag her along.
He walked like a wolf who had all the time in the world for her.
Which only made Aria more nervous.
Her heart beat too fast, fluttering against her ribs every time their arms brushed. And whenever Kael glanced down at her—those sharp silver eyes softening just a fraction, as if checking that she was still alright—she quickly looked away, heat crawling up her neck.
