Ava’s POV
Kane’s voice ripped through the night like thunder.
“Ava!”
I froze, my hands still twisted in Lucas’s shirt, my lips burning from the kiss I should never have given. The sound of my name from Kane’s mouth didn’t just echo, it shattered.
My stomach dropped, I could feel fear crawling up my spine. Slowly, I turned my head.
Kane stood at the edge of the training grounds, the moonlight carving his figure into something both beautiful and terrifying. His shoulders were stiff, his fists clenched so tightly his claws had already torn through his skin. His eyes glowed gold, burning into me like fire.
The weight of his gaze crushed me.
I couldn’t breathe. My wolf whimpered inside me, curling low in shame.
We’ve hurt him.
My throat closed. “Kane, I—”
But my words tangled into sil
