Killian’s POV

The house is silent, almost unnaturally so. Shadows stretch across the corridors, distorted in the moonlight, and my senses are primed, alert to every whisper, every subtle shift in the air. Scarlett’s scent lingers faintly, delicate but teasing, pulling at me, but there’s something else now. Something hidden, layered beneath her normal trail, something she’s hiding.

I follow it instinctively, silent as a predator. My wolf claws at my mind, restless, feral, demanding to ...