Gnawing Sense Of Jealousy.

Elora's POV.

I felt bad seeing Alpha Killian look so weak and vulnerable. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had glared at me too the second I tried getting closer to where he was standing.

“It's all over now, Alpha Killian... It's over, truly!” I muttered as I patted him on the back like he was a child. I knew he couldn't hear what I was saying, but I was certain that his inner wolf was still there and awake.

“Elora? Are you okay?” Chief Grayson asked as he and Stella ran into the room. It was obvious that he must have been scared to death, and he wished I had listened to him too.

“Elora?” He called out, his hand reaching for my hair, as he thanked the goddess for saving my life before his eyes. He was certain that he had seen me end my own life too.

“Can you quit your Thanksgiving and help me out here?” I complained as Killian's weight was becoming too much for me to bear and handle.

He was a man, and I was a woman. Even if we were of the same rank, an Alpha, there was no wa