The night had settled over the campus, quiet yet heavy with an air that felt too still, too expectant. Lola couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. She lay in her bed, staring at the faint glow of her phone on the nightstand. Notifications blinked in the dark messages from Damien sh
The accuser coughed in the dirt, dragging air into bruised lungs. Killian hadn’t taken his eyes off him, his body vibrating with lethal restraint. If the man so much as twitched toward Lola, Killian would tear his throat out before anyone could blink. But it wasn’t just about the man anymore. It wa
The camp woke restless. By dawn, the whispers had swollen into something sharper, threading through the lines of tents like smoke from an unseen fire. Lola felt it in every glance eyes that lingered too long, conversations that cut off when she walked past, the tension that clung to the air even as
Killian watched her carefully, his eyes glowing like twin embers in the dim firelight. “You hear them.” She didn’t turn. “They’re afraid of me.” “They’re fools.” “No,” she whispered, finally facing him, her chest tight. “They’re not wrong. I burned that rogue, Killian. I didn’t even think I just
The pack camp was alive with noise when Killian and Lola returned, though the warriors quieted the moment they caught sight of them. Eyes followed Lola with a mixture of awe and suspicion, whispers crawling like shadows in the dark. “She burned it with her bare hands…” “Not even the Alpha has that
Because in that moment, she knew she belonged to him just as much as he belonged to her. The silence after the rogue’s destruction felt heavier than the fight itself. The clearing smelled of scorched earth and ash, the ground scarred where Killian’s fire had burned through the beast. The trees cr