Varen
The night air was thick with tension, the kind that crawled up your spine and made your wolf restless. Kiel's impatience was practically a living thing on that boat — his voice cutting through the night like a blade as he yelled at the sailor to move faster.
I could feel the pressure rolling off him in waves, see the twitch in his jaw, the restless movement of his hands gripping the edge of the boat as though he could physically will it to move faster.
But there was something else there too — desperation.
I'd seen Kiel angry, stubborn, even reckless before. But this… this was different. This was the kind of fear that came from love. From the thought of losing the one thing your heart refused to let go of. Josie. Even her name felt like a storm sitting between us.
"Move faster, damn it!" Kiel shouted again, his voice low but harsh, his eyes blazing with that familiar mix of rage and pain.
