The drive back to Kieran's pack felt long as the roads stretched on in the darkness. Emerald hardly noticed the headlights cutting through the night; her mind was focused on everything that had happened… the words spoken and the looks exchanged.
She couldn't shake off Alia's smug smile.
Rhiannon's harsh, taunting words still rang and echoed in her head. Even more troubling was the fact that Rick wasn't there at all. His absence gnawed at her, twisting in her stomach.
By the time she walked through the heavy wooden doors of Kieran's pack estate, the air was cold and thin in the early hours before dawn. Shadows danced on the stone walls, and a faint scent of smoke from the fireplace hung in the air.
Kieran was standing at the map table, wearing a different shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and his face showing nothing but anger.
His eyes moved to her as soon as she walked in. His eyebrows knitted together, as if her arrival disrupted the calm he had worked hard to maintain.
