KIERAN'S POV
I sat alone in my room, running my fingers over the smooth surface of one of my wooden carvings.
The room was quiet except for the crackling fire in the stone fireplace and the distant sounds of guards patrolling the palace.
Ever since the siege, Silverfang Keep had not felt the same.
The halls were filled with tension, and despite the victory, something dark still lingered in the air. Yet none of that occupied my thoughts tonight.
My thoughts were consumed by one stubborn, infuriating Omega who refused to leave my mind.
My wolf had been restless for days. It paced endlessly inside me whenever Layla's name crossed my mind.
I had tried to avoid her ever since I learned there were dangerous forces moving in the shadows around her.
Every instinct inside me screamed to protect her, but I knew protecting someone meant giving them the power to destroy me.
