~ KILLIAN ~
"You’re burning the bacon," Ronan says, nodding toward the skillet, arms crossed with that usual unreadable expression on his face. "Not sure how Tess feels about crispy pork, but Lyra isn’t a fan."
A growl vibrates low in my throat as I flip the sizzling strips. Smoke curls upward, stinging my nose and reminding me that I’m not where I want to be. The second I heard Tess’s voice float down the hall, fragile but alive, I nearly bolted—ready to scoop her into my arms, see her with my own eyes, make sure she’s safe.
If it weren’t for Ronan, I would’ve done exactly that.
But he held me back, insisted Tess needed to hear things from Lyra first. Said she had to be eased into the truth, not ambushed by a wolf vibrating with territorial rage.
Maybe he’s right. Maybe not.
All I know is that every muscle in my body is wound tight, vibrating with the need to be near her. My wolf is pacing beneath my skin, snarling every second I’m away from our mate.
The back door swin
