Chapter 87

KILLIAN

Stunned wasn’t even the word that could explain what I felt at that very moment.

I felt like the word had stopped the moment I turned to that shatter to see who was standing there—it was Brynn, my Brynn.

Helpless, scared, but alive.

I walked back to the stage with a large stride but waited for another moment as my world growled to protect her. I didn’t even feel like myself anymore, just this feral Lycan who wanted nothing more but to protect his mate.

The moment I reached for her and stopped all the cameras from taking pictures, I felt like I could hardly breathe the moment I touched her; she was real, real flesh, and she was where, yet even with her hair cut a bit shorter, she was still my Brynn.

I led her back to the back room, seeing the terror in her eyes and her sons, and now that I was near them, I knew why I could feel that pull. I took them through the stage, telling Rex to guard the door.

I could see the shock and surprise on Rex’s face when he saw Brynn, and a relie