The Kidnap
The night hung thick with tension.
Alexander's massive wolf loomed between Aria and Kael, his golden eyes burning with something unrecognizable—something primal and deadly. The air crackled with the weight of an impending storm, and Aria felt her pulse hammer against her ribs.
Kael's silver eyes gleamed in the moonlight, his stance deceptively relaxed, but there was a sharpness in his gaze—a calculation. He had always been like this, a predator who thrived on control. And right now, he was in control.
Aria's fingers flexed around the hilt of her dagger. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but where? One wrong move, and Alexander would tear her apart. One step toward Kael, and she might never be free of him.
The silence stretched, suffocating.
Then Kael smirked. "You always did hesitate when it mattered most."