KIERAN'S POV

Every step into that coffee shop felt wrong.

Too bright. Too human. Too civilized for what I was feeling inside.

My wolf demanded blood. Violence. Claimed what was ours and eliminated the threat.

But I forced control. Barely. Walking slowly when every instinct screamed run.

Customers noticed me immediately. Conversations stopped. Eyes tracked my movement. Survival instinct recognizing predators even if they didn't understand why.

Simon saw me coming. Stepped in front of ...