I stood quickly and followed Dorothy out of the bedroom.
The small living room was quiet when we entered.
Alpha Killian sat calmly in one of the wooden chairs near the fire, annoyingly relaxed.
The flames painted soft gold across his face, sharpening every hard line of his expression.
His eyes lifted toward us the moment we stepped inside.
My pulse still reacted stupidly every time he looked directly at me.
I hated it.
Dorothy bowed respectfully.
“Alpha Killian,” she greeted calmly. “My name is Dorothy. I serve as Hollow Mountain’s witch and Meadow’s guardian.”
Alpha Killian gave a small nod.
“That much was obvious.”
His deep voice filled the room effortlessly.
I stayed near the doorway awkwardly, arms crossed tightly over myself, still wearing his shirt.
Unfortunately.
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