Kaiden’s Point Of View
The past week had been absolute torture.
Avery was safe now. Alive, healed. But… she was different. More reserved, more cautious, as if she was still processing everything that had happened. She barely spoke unless spoken to, barely smiled—and it drove me insane. I wanted her to talk, to laugh, to argue, to be the fierce, defiant Avery that I knew.
But what killed me the most? She barely noticed me. And the worst part? I was still on heat. And having her near me only made it worse.
Every single time I caught her scent, that intoxicating, irresistible scent of wild roses, vanilla, and honey, it made my body burn.
Every single time she brushed past me, I had to clench my fists, dig my nails into my palm to stop myself from grabbing her. From claiming her.
I was in my room now, sitting on the edge of my bed, breathing heavily. Sweat dripped down my forehead, soaking my shirt. My entire body felt like it was on fire. And Slade, the damn wolf, wasn’t making things any
