Kieran’s POV

I watch from the shadows of the training grounds, heart hammering in my chest as Scarlett collapses to her knees, trembling, her hands still crackling faintly with dying sparks of ancestral energy. The pack has scattered, some frozen in awe, some in fear, and Killian kneels beside her, grounding her with that unshakable calm that always seems to anchor those around him.

But I don’t move forward. I can’t. Not yet. Because the pull I feel—magnetic, suffocating—is coming ...