Chapter 41

Kyra’s POV I gasped awake, my fingers digging into the sheets as I struggled to steady my breathing. My heart pounded like a trapped animal in my chest. The nightmare clung to me—the scent of blood, the gunshot, Kieran’s eyes burning with feral rage. "Sylvia," I whispered to my wolf, "the pup—" "Our pup is safe," Sylvia growled, her voice a low hum in my mind. "But Kieran... he reeks of danger even when he plays protector." “You’re finally awake.” I jumped in shock and fear after I heard that voice. When I looked at the couch, I saw Kieran sitting on it while staring at his rubik's cube,his cedar and musk scent thick in the air.His devilish side came back into my mind. How he shot that werewolf while his eyes were showing nothing but rage and evilness. I felt like he was a different person when I saw him that way. I felt like his mask had finally stripped off in front of me just because he saw me in that situation. No hesitation. No mercy. A killer’s eyes. I pressed my lips together wh