Sierra’s POV
My stomach twisted at his words. They’re coming for me?
A thousand questions raced through my mind, but Jayden didn’t give me a chance to ask. He grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and started pulling me back toward the house.
“Jayden, wait,” I whispered, my breath shaky. “What does that mean? Who’s coming for me?”
He didn’t answer. His entire body was tense, his jaw locked as if he was waging an internal battle. I’d seen Jayden angry before. I’d seen him frustrated, annoyed, even protective. But this? This was different.
This was fear.
I dug my heels into the ground, forcing him to stop. “Jayden, talk to me.”
His chest rose and fell with deep, steady breaths, but he still didn’t look at me. His eyes stayed fixed on the darkness where the wolf had disappea
