Azeo had just finished cleaning the blood sigil from his arm when he felt it—
her energy, crashing through the link like a storm.
He turned too late.
McKenna was on him in an instant, eyes glowing gold and crimson, breath hot against his neck. Her fingers gripped his shirt, dragging him backward until his spine hit the wall.
“Kenna—” he started, but her lips were already on his.
It wasn’t a kiss of love.
It was hunger. A surge of heat, power, and something darker, ancient.
His wolf roared, urging him to give in—to claim, to possess—but another voice in him, colder and older, screamed warning. This wasn’t her. Not truly. The thing inside her wanted him to surrender, to tie himself to it through her.
He caught her wrists, holding her back.
“Stop,” he breathed, though his pulse betra
