Opened wounds

"Tell me everything," Brynn told Killian, who watches her every shiver or if there is even a slight hint of fear, and she wants to go back out, but there is no sign of hesitation.

He sighed as he pushed the hair off his face and took a seat on the arm of the couch, facing her. Brynn thought he would just ignore her and decide not to say anything until she heard his voice break through the quiet room.

"My mom, Fiona, was a wolf from the Gold Crest pack, and she was a kind and beautiful person; that was all Nanny Danielle had told me and consoled me all my life since I lost her."

He says as Brynn curls up on the floor, wrapping her arm around her folded knees as her back leans against the wall, shadowing the dimly lit room. "And she knew my father."

"Yes," Killian says, "she also knew Herron too." "Best of friends," I might say, "isn’t it ironic?"

"Nanny Daniele had explained to me that long ago, when the Lycan were known as powerful, cold, and wicked tyrants who ruled over the wolves, a