Kaelen
I knew something was wrong before the storm reached the windows. The sensation started as a pressure beneath my ribs—a restless pull that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with the girl moving through my father’s house like a silent fire burning a forest. I felt the intensity halfway through a council report meeting, and the voices of the elders blurred into meaningless noise behind me.
I’d lived my entire life learning to separate instinct from impulse, to cage the wolf and sharpen the man. But some instincts refused to be ignored, and this one curled tight in my chest, demanding attention. Sierra was unsettled, distressed.
The restlessness activated my physical form, and I stood. I excused myself before anyone could question it. Jared watched me go, his ex
