Kinsley’s POV

I pace the length of the kitchen, frustrated and fragile. The bracelets have drained me to the point that I cannot feel my wolf anymore. It nags at me endlessly, almost like Conner’s eyes are on me from the living room nearby.

I think of Terron, of our lives when this ordeal ends, and of course it has to end. I just hope it doesn’t lead to an unnecessary war between Ace and my mate. If they clash, my father wins.

“Come sit down, Kinsley,” Conner ...