For three days, I stayed out of the forest.
Three days of pacing my small cabin, replaying Kael’s voice in my head.
“Run, Aria. Before I change my mind.”
I told myself I wouldn’t go back. That I wasn’t stupid enough to walk into enemy territory twice.
But when the sun dipped and the Blood Moon rose again, my feet betrayed me.
I needed answers. And he had them.
The forest seemed different this time—alive, watching me. The cold air bit at my skin, and every shadow looked like it might be him.
It was.
A sudden blur in the corner of my vision, and before I could react, I was pinned against a tree. Kael’s body caged mine, one hand braced by my head, the other gripping my chin to force my eyes to his.
“You don’t listen,” he said, voice low and lethal.
I tried to push him away, but his strength was unshakable. “I came for the truth.”
“The truth,” he murmured, leaning so close his breath brushed my cheek, “is dangerous.”
“Then tell me.”
His gaze searched mine, and for a moment, something unreadable flickered in those golden eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by the predator I’d met before.
“Your brother,” he said slowly, “wasn’t the man you thought he was.”
My breath caught. “You’re lying.”
Kael’s smirk was cold. “Believe what you want, little wolf. But if you keep chasing the truth, you won’t survive it.”
He released me so suddenly I stumbled forward, but before I could regain my balance, he vanished into the shadows, leaving only the sound of distant howls behind.
I stood there, trembling, torn between rage and the gnawing fear that he might be right.