Theron’s POV

I stand speechless in the hallway, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles ache as I watch them leave. 

Lycina’s arm is hooked through Kael’s, that rogue bastard, as they brush past me. Her eyes lock onto mine for a fleeting second, my eyes burning with a fire I haven’t expected. The urge to grab her, to rip her away from him and snarl that she’s mine, claws at my chest. 

My wolf howls inside me, pacing, demanding I claim what’s ours. 

But the truth slams into me ...