Friedrich's POV
The night is brisk and cold-the type that seep into your bones, however warm your blood may run. I stand at the edge of the training grounds, staring out into the dark expanse of Wrenwood. Somewhere beyond those trees was Bertha, and I could still catch the lingering perfume she'd left on my skin.
Kieran stirred within me, always restless.
"You're still thinking about her," he says in a low, accusing tone.
I don't say anything. How can I? That kiss-it was reckless, a moment of weakness I couldn't afford. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.
"She's ours," Kieran growls. "You should mate her and introduce her to the pack already instead of playing Russian roulette with your heart."
"It's not that simple," I mutter under my breath, careful to keep my voice low.
