Ashran’s POV
I couldn’t stay downstairs anymore.
The pull was getting worse. Every minute that passed, every breath I took, my wolf demanded I go to her. Check on her. Make sure she was safe. Make sure she was mine.
“I’m going to check on her,” I said, standing from the couch where I’d been pretending to study maps for the past hour.
Aaron looked up from his book. “She’s fine. She’s sleeping.”
“I know. I just need to see for myself.”
He didn’t argue. He understood. The bond made it impossible not to understand.
I climbed the stairs slowly, quietly, even though I knew she wouldn’t hear me. When I reached her door, I paused with my hand on the handle.
She’d locked it.
But locks meant nothing to someone who could travel through shadows.
I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. She’d asked f
