Kieran's POV
My wolf was raging.
We'd been so close, so close to claiming what we'd been craving, yearning, aching for. And then that knock shattered the moment like glass under claw.
I was at the door in the blink of an eye.
I yanked it open, the wood splintering from the force, and my hand shot out before my mind could catch up, gripping Thorin by the throat and lifting him off the floor with one hand.
"How dare you," I snarled, voice guttural, barely mine anymore. My wolf wanted blood. He wanted to kill for what had just been stolen from us.
"I sent him," a cold, clipped voice said from behind.
Astrid Voss.
Of course.
I turned my head slightly, still holding Thorin in the air like a rag doll. Her heels clicked confidently against the stone floor as she approached, arms folded, eyes as sharp as razors.
"Your father wants to see you," she said. "Immediately. You know the Alpha King, no one keeps him waiting. Not even his own son."
