~ KILLIAN ~

I’m fighting my damn instincts, holding my wolf on a tight leash—but hell, Tess smells too damn good. Too sweet. Too fucking tempting. There’s a glow to her now, like moonlight dancing on skin, radiant and otherworldly. It’s like my very presence draws the light from her, feeding something ancient inside me.

"Killian, please," she whispers, her voice barely audible—soft, broken, yet full of need.

The sound slices through me. ...