"Good thing you still have your good intuition."
Dera froze mid-step. The words slid across the street like a memory brought to life. Her breath caught, and slowly, she turned.
And there he was.
Ken.
The boy from her dreams. The boy who had once held her hand under the full moon, who had kissed her by the edge of the forest, who had turned his back on her after she killed his friend. His hair was darker now, cropped shorter, but those eyes—those warm brown eyes—looked at her with a weight she had never seen before. They weren't just soft anymore. They radiated something heavier, something primal, an aura that pressed against her chest and made the air tighten.
Her lips parted before she could stop herself. The words slipped out on instinct.
"You're… an Alpha now."
Ken's gaze softened, just a little, at her recognition. His jaw tensed, then he gave a faint nod. "Yeah. You're right."
