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The afterglow of our union was a thick, intoxicating haze that usually lingered for hours, but the morning brought a chill that no amount of Kaelenā€™s body heat could dispel. I woke to the sound of raised voices echoing from the courtyard belowā€”voices that sounded sharp, demanding, and dangerously familiar.

ā€‹Kaelen was already out of bed, standing by the window with a towel wrapped low around his hips. The scars on his back were tight, his shoulders bunched like a predator ready to spring.

ā€‹"Kaelen?" I sat up, the silk sheets slipping to my waist. My skin felt sensitive, marked by the possessive intensity of the night before.

ā€‹"Stay in bed, Elara," he said, his voice a low, warning rumble. He didn't look back at me. He was staring down at a silver-grey SUV idling in the drive. "Marcus is handling it."

ā€‹"You said that about the Priest," I reminded him, sliding out of bed despite his command. My wolf was pacing, her hackles raised. "Who is out there?"

ā€‹Kaelen finally turned, and the
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