Scarlett’s POV

The night is suffocatingly quiet. Moonlight filters through my curtains, painting silver stripes across the floor, and I can feel the weight of it pressing against my chest. My body stirs, restless, uneasy. Something in the air tells me I’m not alone, and my wolf tenses instinctively, claws digging into my nerves.

A shadow moves at the edge of the room. My pulse spikes before my eyes even open.

“Kieran…” I whisper, barely audible. Fear and disbelief ripple through ...