ALARIC

My footsteps became heavier as I walked back to my office.

Kieran is going to push too far one day.

And when he does… I will kill him.

The thought sits quietly in my mind as I walk through the dark corridor of the pack house.

My footsteps echo against the stone floor, slow and controlled, but the anger beneath my ribs burns like wildfire.

He had no right, no right to speak about her, to talk about my past and certainly no right to speak about it in front of Desdemona.

My jaw tightens.

That woman is becoming a problem. Because she is curious, too curious.

And curiosity...