Connor’s POV
I sat in the dimly lit room, staring at the empty bed Aria was lying on hours earlier. The tension in my muscles refused to ease, even as I rolled my shoulders. My neck still stung from where her fiance had gripped me earlier, but it wasn’t the physical pain gnawing at me—it was something deeper.
Something I didn’t understand. My wolf had been restless ever since we first met him. Every time I caught a whiff of him, my wolf would growl low and whimper in frustration. It made no sense. Why would his presence agitate me so much?
I clenched my fists, trying to keep calm. Who is he, really? How did he even find my pack’s location? I doubt he’s been here before—I would have remembered him. And yet, there was something unsettlingly familiar about him, something I couldn’t quite place.