Kyra’s POV
My claws nearly extended as I dragged Kieran out of my father's room after he brought a doctor to put my dad into sleep.
My wolf Sylvia snarling in my mind. "Something's wrong. He looked ready to rip Kieran’s throat out”
"What the hell was that, Kieran?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. "Did you see his eyes? That wasn't just anger.He was trying so hard to reach you as if he’s gonna kill you if he did. " My nails dug into his arm. "Tell me why."
Kieran's jaw clenched, his golden eyes flashing with that cold ruthlessness I remembered from before we became mates. The scent of cedar and musk grew stronger around us - his defensive response.
I feel so irritated that he’s just looking at me and not giving me answers.
“Kieran!”
"Kyra," he answered calmly.
My forehead immediately creased. “What?”
He clenched his jaws again while his eyes were sharp.
