We all turned to him, his expression twisted into a mask of anger and frustration as if he'd heard every word we exchanged.

How did he know I was here? Did anyone see me coming, or has he been lurking around the pack and spotted me? The tension in the air is palpable, and I can sense his simmering rage. This is not the same Kessler who left me, promising to return for passionate sex.

The thought of our previous encounters flickers through my mind, briefly tempting me to look into Kessler's eyes. But as I look at him, I'm met with a stoic expression, his features carved from stone,...