Amara’s blood ran cold at the mention of Killian’s name. She felt Darius tense beside her, his hand tightening on her waist. “Killian sent you?” Darius growled, his voice filled with barely restrained fury. “Why?”
The intruder smirked, though it lacked any real confidence. “He wants her back,” the wolf said, his eyes flicking to Amara. “He never stopped wanting her. And he’s not going to let her become your Luna. He’ll do whatever it takes to get her back.”
Amara’s stomach twisted with a sickening sense of dread. The idea that Killian was still obsessed with her, still willing to go to such lengths to control her, made her skin crawl. She had thought she had left that part of her life behind, but it seemed that Killian wasn’t willing to let go.
“He doesn’t have any claim on her,” Darius
