Kalilah POV
I froze.
No. No, that couldn’t be—
My breath hitched, heart slamming against my ribs as their scents hit me—two wolves approaching fast. The first was familiar, branded into me like blood in bone—my brother. The second was lighter, unfamiliar, wrapped in the warmth of someone who loved him.
But that first scent?
That scent had no right to exist anymore.
It was my brother.
But my brother was supposed to be dead. This was the concerning thing. It was throwing me for a loop, making me wish I could rip this blindfold off and see if he was there.
I was a wolf, though. Scent was a pretty strong marker
“You,” I whispered, fists trembling at my sides. “You’re dead.”
“Kal—” His voice was too soft, too casual for the storm tearing through my chest.
“Don’t,” I growled. “You die
