MEADOW’S POV.
Killian didn’t speak immediately after I finished.
Neither did I.
The silence settled between us, heavy and thick, like the air itself was full.
I stared at the fire, my thoughts still tangled in everything I had just said.
Everything I had finally admitted out loud.
My past.
Lucian.
My father.
It all felt exposed now.
Raw.
After a while, I forced myself to speak again.
“The night I found you… in the forest… when you were poisoned…”
His eyes flicked slightly, but he still said nothing.
“I came back late that night.”
I swallowed.
“And Lucian… he thought I was trying to run away.”
My fingers tightened around the blanket.
“He didn’t ask me what happened. He just assumed. He couldn’t risk me running off. He couldn’t risk his wolf becoming weak or unstable from t
