Kael’s POV
Three days.
It had been three days since the alley. Since those men. Since I’d grabbed the arm of a woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.
I sat in my office at the Alpha mansion. Papers spread across my desk. Reports I should have been reading. Decisions I should have been making.
None of it mattered.
My mind kept drifting back to that night.
The woman who’d kept her face hidden. Who’d trembled under my touch like a frightened bird.
Something about her had felt... familiar.
Which was insane.
Completely, utterly insane.
She was human. I’d smelled nothing on her. No wolf. No pack. No supernatural trace of any kind.
Just a regular human woman who’d wandered into the wrong part of town.
So why couldn’t I stop thinking about her?
*Because you’re losing your mind,* Fenrir growled. *That’s why.*
Shut up.
*Three years of searching for one woman. Three years of nothing. And now you’re obsessing over a random human in an alley?*
I said shut up.
*Pathetic.*
I slammed my fist against the desk. The sound echoed through the empty office.
Fenrir went quiet. But I could feel his judgment. His disappointment.
He wasn’t wrong.
This WAS pathetic. What was WRONG with me?
I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. Closed my eyes.
The memory played again. Unbidden. Unwanted.
Her arm under my fingers. That electric shock of contact. The way she’d frozen. The way she’d pulled away like I’d burned her.
And her eyes.
I’d only glimpsed them for a second. Just a flash through the holes in her mask. But something about them had made my chest ache.
They’d looked... scared.
*Fenrir.* I reached for him mentally. *When I touched her. What did you feel?*
Silence.
*Fenrir. Answer me.*
More silence. Then, reluctantly: *Something.*
*Something what?*
*I don’t know.* His voice was frustrated. Confused. *Something familiar. Something that made me want to... protect her. Keep her. Make sure she was safe.*
My heart started pounding.
I turned away from the window. Paced the length of my office.
Think, Kael. Think.
The woman is a human. Or at least, she’d seemed human. No scent. No wolf presence. Nothing to mark her as anything other than ordinary.
Maybe I was so desperate to find Aria that I was seeing her in every woman I met.
But I couldn’t shake this feeling.
This certainty that something important had happened in that alley.
I stopped pacing. Made a decision.
*Damon.*
I reached out through the pack mind link. Found my beta’s consciousness immediately.
*Alpha?* His response was instant. Alert. *What do you need?*
*Come to my office. Now.*
*On my way.*
Three minutes later, there was a knock on my door.
"Enter."



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