Avyanne's pov

Dawn came too soon.

I woke up wrapped in Killian’s arms, his grip iron clamped even in sleep. His face, so often

twisted in anger, looked peaceful in the faint gray light that slipped past the curtains. For a

moment, I let myself believe it could stay like this, that I could stay here. That the Elders

wouldn’t come.

But fate doesn’t pause, and neither do the laws of the pack.

A sharp knock rattled the door. Killian stirred instantly, his crimson eyes flashing open. His ...