Kieran's POV
Sitting here, in the cool, controlled silence of the at the Queen's estate, I can barely contain the energy buzzing under my skin. It's a feeling I haven't felt in… well, ever. It's not just curiosity. It's a genuine, sparking excitement, and I have to work to keep my usual grin from splitting my face.
And it's all because of her.
The white-haired woman sitting across from me, looking like a startled rabbit caught in the headlights. Eleanor. I watched her stand up and offer to take all the punishment, bowing like some kind of tragic heroine. It was so… dramatic. And utterly fascinating.
So, she's not human. She's a werewolf. The moment Keith asked the question and she gave that terrified little nod, something in my chest did a flip. My wolf, that isn't sure of our bond with Scarlet, is practically pacing, intrigued and alert.
