MEADOW'S POV.
It remained painfully quiet even after Alpha Killian disappeared inside with his mother.
I could still feel the staring.
Not subtle staring either.
Full staring.
The kind that made me suddenly very aware of the blood on the stairs near my shoes and the black feathers scattered around me.
For one horrifying second, I genuinely considered turning around and walking straight back out of Crescent Dawn territory.
Unfortunately, I had no idea where I would go.
Beside me, Ryder finally stepped closer.
“Well,” he said lightly, looking down at the dead crow. “That was dramatic.”
I stared at him.
He grinned.
Something told me this man enjoyed chaos far too much.
Ryder placed a hand against his chest with exaggerated politeness.
“Ryder Stewart,” he introduced smoothly. “Ki
