43. HE WHO FACED A GOD AND LIVED

Killian Silvercrest couldn’t sleep.

He had been pretty knackered from a very stressful day. He had pushed himself and the pack’s male wolves to an incredible point, one that he hadn’t been at in a long time and the pressure felt good. So good.

However, he had forgotten just how annoying the aftermath could be.

The stress, that tension that came with it… the desire to go even farther.

But there was also this unexplainable feeling in his chest that he could quite put a finger on, and he was pretty sure it was the main reason for his restlessness. Someway somehow, all he knew was that it had something to do with his mate, and at that point he wouldn’t have minded having someone to talk to about it like he had the night before, when he had conversed with Aiyisha deep into the night. He wanted to do it again, but he definitely didn’t want to give her the wrong ideas, especially when they both knew she had already tried to cross the line once.

It was better that he kept some proper dist