KIERAN'S POV

The doors burst open.

Rowan Thorne walked in like she owned the place. Red hair wild. Green eyes taking in everything. Black leather jacket and boots. She looked dangerous. The kind of danger that made wolves nervous.

She was beautiful. But the broken glass was beautiful. Sharp. Deadly if you got too close.

Five years. It's been five years since I last saw her.

Memories hit me hard. The passion. The fights. The dark magic that almost killed her. I could still remember ...