Killian’s POV

I can’t sleep.

The night stretches on, long and heavy, like the weight of a thousand storms pressing against my chest. Every shadow in the room feels sharper, darker, more dangerous than it should. Every sound—the faint rustle of leaves outside, the distant cry of a wolf, the drip of water somewhere in the house—makes my pulse spike.

Scarlett’s glow from earlier is still burning in my mind, vivid and impossible to shake. Her ancestral magic coursing through her veins, ...