Sienna’s POV
For the first time since the mark appeared on my neck, I was grateful for the bond. That should have scared me. Maybe it did. But I was alive because of it. If Kael had not felt my danger, those rogues would have torn Nyla apart in Greywood Forest, and all my anger, shame, pride, and grief would have ended there in the dirt. No dramatic goodbye. No final speech. Just teeth and blood and silence. So yes, I was grateful.
I stole glances at Kael while we sat on the floor watching the movie. I thought he was not looking, but I was not sure. Kael had a way of noticing things without turning his head. It made me uncomfortable. It also made me feel safer, which was confusing and annoying.
His black wolf was huge. Not big. Huge. I had seen strong wolves before. I had seen Nolan sh
