(Kieran POV)
I was reviewing the estate's security rotations when Lucas knocked—three sharp raps that spoke of urgent business rather than casual conversation. The morning light streaming through my study windows carried the scent of rain and something else, something that made my wolf stir with restless energy I couldn't quite name.
"Come in," I called, setting aside papers that suddenly felt irrelevant compared to whatever had brought my beta to my door with such obvious purpose.
Lucas entered with movements that spoke of barely contained agitation, his weathered face carrying the particular expression he wore when delivering news I wouldn't want to hear. Behind him trailed Elena, one of our younger pack members, her human form tense with the kind of nervous energy that suggested recent trauma.
"We have a situation," Lucas said without preamble. "Elena's pup returned this morning with... medical attention."
Medical attentio
(Kieran POV)Marcus burst through the great hall doors like the hounds of hell were on his heels, his human form barely containing the wolf that wanted to break free and run. Blood streaked his face from scratches that spoke of hasty passage through hostile territory, and his scent carried panic sharp enough to cut glass."Alpha!" His voice cracked with the particular strain that came from delivering news no one wanted to hear. "Territorial breach. Eastern boundary. It's—" He stopped, gulping air like a drowning man. "It's Blackwood, Alpha. Damien Blackwood."Blackwood. The name hit me like a physical blow, dragging up memories I'd spent decades trying to bury. Damien Blackwood, who'd challenged my father's rule thirty years ago and been driven from these mountains with his tail between his legs. Damien Blackwood, who'd sworn vengeance against the MacAllister line with his dying breath—except he hadn't died, had he?"How many
(Catherine POV)I found him in the library two hours past midnight, drawn by instincts I couldn't name and didn't want to examine too closely. The storm had passed, leaving behind air that felt scrubbed clean and electric with possibility, but Kieran still carried rain on his clothes like he'd been walking in weather that existed only around him.He sat in the leather chair by the dying fire, his dark hair damp against his collar, staring into flames that cast shadows across features that looked carved from marble and regret. The careful control he usually wore like armor had slipped, revealing something raw and hungry underneath that made my pulse quicken with recognition."You're still awake," I said, stepping into the library's warm embrace. The scent of leather and old books wrapped around me like a familiar embrace, but underneath it lingered something wild and clean that I was beginning to associate with the man who ruled this impossible
(Kieran POV)I found her huddled by the broken window, soaked and shivering, looking smaller than she ever had in the silk-draped comfort of her chambers. The storm had turned her dark hair into wet ribbons that clung to her face, and her thin dress was plastered to her body in ways that made my wolf surge with possessive hunger."Catherine." Her name came out rougher than I'd intended, scraped raw by the terror that had driven me up those treacherous stairs with inhuman speed. "Are you hurt?"She shook her head, but I could see the tremor in her hands, could smell the adrenaline that spoke of genuine fear finally breaking through her stubborn courage. The tower was a death trap—stones loosened by centuries of weather, windows that wouldn't survive another lightning strike, stairs that could collapse completely at any moment."I can't... the stairs are blocked," she said, her voice small in the howling wind.I'd seen the rub
(Catherine POV)The injured pup had vanished by the time I returned to the garden shed with clean water and proper bandages. Only a few drops of blood on the straw marked where it had rested, and even those were already drying to dark stains that would soon be indistinguishable from the earth.I stood in the empty shed, supplies in hand, feeling foolish and strangely bereft. Had I imagined those golden eyes, that impossible intelligence? Had desperation for connection with something real finally driven me to fantasy?But the blood under my fingernails was real enough, and the memory of warm tongue against my palm lingered like a brand. Whatever I'd helped, it had been flesh and blood and gratitude, not fevered imagination.The storm building on the horizon matched my restless mood perfectly. Dark clouds gathered with the kind of ominous purpose that made the air itself feel electric, charged with potential that could either bring blessed
(Kieran POV)I was reviewing the estate's security rotations when Lucas knocked—three sharp raps that spoke of urgent business rather than casual conversation. The morning light streaming through my study windows carried the scent of rain and something else, something that made my wolf stir with restless energy I couldn't quite name."Come in," I called, setting aside papers that suddenly felt irrelevant compared to whatever had brought my beta to my door with such obvious purpose.Lucas entered with movements that spoke of barely contained agitation, his weathered face carrying the particular expression he wore when delivering news I wouldn't want to hear. Behind him trailed Elena, one of our younger pack members, her human form tense with the kind of nervous energy that suggested recent trauma."We have a situation," Lucas said without preamble. "Elena's pup returned this morning with... medical attention."Medical attentio
(Catherine POV)The morning air carried the scent of rain and dying leaves as I walked the border between cultivated gardens and wild forest. I'd been restless since last night's encounter in the library—Kieran's almost-confession hanging between us like a promise half-spoken, the urgency in that howl that had cut our conversation short.I needed space to think, to process the growing certainty that everything I'd believed about my situation was wrong. The journal's revelations, the evidence mounting like stones in my chest, the way Kieran had looked at me before that sound had pulled him away with predatory haste.The whimper stopped me cold.It was soft, barely audible above the whisper of wind through branches, but it carried a note of distress that bypassed rational thought and went straight to something primal in my chest. Pain. Genuine, desperate pain that made my feet change direction before my mind had processed the decisio