KILLIAN’S POV.
The moment I stepped out of the kitchen, I knew staying inside another second would have ended badly. So I kept walking. Fast.
My footsteps echoed sharply through the hallway as irritation pressed heavily beneath my skin. By the time I reached the back doors of the pack house, my jaw already ached from how tightly I was clenching it.
Every muscle in my body felt too tight. Too tense.
Rain hit me immediately the second I stepped outside. Cold.
Good. Maybe it would cool whatever the hell this was.
Thunder rolled across the mountains as I descended the steps. The grounds sat empty beneath the storm, drenched in darkness and rainwater.
I barely noticed either.
My mind was still trapped back in the kitchen.
“You sounded pretty damn pleased about it too.”
My expression d
