Kyra's POV
The morning sun filtered through the greenhouse windows of my flower shop, calm and bright. I was arranging bouquets when the door chime made a soft noise.
"Alpha scent," my wolf, Sylvia, alerted me. I prepared a sweet smile and was about to greet our first customer of the day when I realized who it was.
Kieran Carver, Alpha of the Raven Shadow Pack—my stepbrother, who I hadn't seen for days—suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Kieran entered with a straight face.
The black tee stretched taut across his broad shoulders, the thin fabric clinging to every ridge of muscle.
And his face—all sharp angles and rough edges. A strong jaw shadowed with stubble, lips set in a firm line, and those eyes—ice-blue, intense, burning right through me like he could see every secret
