(Kieran POV)
I stepped from the shadows like wrath given form, the change from wolf to human rippling through me with violent haste. Bones reformed, muscles reshaped themselves, but the fury remained constant—a white-hot rage that made rational thought impossible.
She stood in my f*******n corridor with a candle held like a weapon, surrounded by doors that bore the claw marks of creatures she couldn't begin to understand. Catherine Montgomery, who should have been sleeping safely in chambers I'd prepared specifically to keep her away from truths like this.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
The words came out rougher than I'd intended, pitched low enough to avoid echoing down corridors where other ears might be listening. But the barely contained violence in my voice made her flinch,
