Scarlett’s POV

The first thing I feel is warmth—not soft, not gentle, but a blazing, protective heat pressed against my back and wrapped around my ribs. It’s like waking up in the center of a heartbeat.

I blink my eyes open.

A chest rises behind me. A familiar scent pulls me fully awake—pine, storm, and the electric hum of a wolf barely contained.

Oh gods.

I’m in Killian’s arms.

My body stiffens instantly. My pulse rockets. His arms tighten instinctively, as if even my panic ...