KAEL — POV
The moon hung heavy over the treetops, casting pale light across the rooftop where I stood alone—silent, watchful, boiling from the inside out.
I should've stayed away. I'd told myself that. Warned myself a thousand times not to go near her again—not when my wolf was this close to the edge, not when her scent still clung to my skin like wildfire.
But I couldn't stay away.
I paced the steel edge of the mansion's roof like a beast in a cage. My pack stirred below, laughing, celebrating some bullshit victory in the training fields, and all I could think of was her—Raine.
Her touch. Her voice. The way her breath caught when I kissed her throat like it was the most sacred thing I'd ever tasted.
I hadn't forgotten the sound she made when I pushed her against that stone wall.
Didn't matter that she hated me. Didn't matter that I'd sworn to keep my distance. She was under my skin, in my bones, a song I couldn't stop hearing even in my sleep.
My wolf growled low.
