Kieran
I caught myself touching the bare skin of my throat several times during breakfast. Lucian noticed, but I claimed an itchy shirt collar and he rolled his eyes and let it go. Zara didn’t join us for breakfast, so I didn’t have to face her. Unfortunately her absence didn’t erase the feeling of her fingers in my hair, or the shiver that shot down my spine the way her voice curled around the words “good pup.”
Most of the night was fuzzy, but my wolf left me that memory sharp and clear. And I knew it wasn’t the wolf that wanted to hear it again.
Huh. I did not know that about myself.
I didn’t have the luxury of time to mull it over. The Rogues apparently got bored. Several of our border patrols reported minor attacks, small strikes meant to feel out our defenses.
“Think they’re ju
