Rowan stood by the archway, sunlight catching in his hair like a halo, making him look every inch the golden boy Alpha. Except his eyes weren’t soft today; instead, they were wounded, burning with a different kind of fury than Kieran’s.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I hissed automatically, glancing around. I bobbed my head to the right twice as a signal for him to leave.

A few curious eyes were already peeking. Great. Just what I need right now, more gossip. Elder Malkirk would probably ...