KILLIAN’S POV.
The rain had not stopped since evening.
It hit the tall glass windows of my office in steady waves, like the sky itself was pouring down on Crescent Dawn. Thunder rolled far in the distance, shaking the quiet of the pack house. Lightning flashed every few moments, lighting up the room.
I stood by my desk with a file in my hand, but I had not been reading it for a while.
Oliver noticed.
He always did.
“You are not focusing,” he said from across the table.
I didn't look up as I placed the file down instead and leaned slightly back against the desk.
“I am focusing,” I replied calmly.
Oliver gave a quiet hum like he didn't believe me, but he didn't push. Good. That was one of the reasons he had lasted so long as my beta. He knew when to speak and when to mind his own bu
