Killian’s POV

Night no longer brings rest.I stand at the center of the great hall long after the guards have cleared, long after the candles should have been extinguished. The stone beneath my boots hums faintly, as if the pack itself senses what I am about to do. My wolf paces inside me, restless, claws scraping against my ribs, uneasy in a way I have never felt before.

Scarlett’s scream still echoes in my skull.

Seal.

The word struck something ancient. Something buried so deep even my ...