I slipped out of Killian's cabin, the night swallowing me whole as I made my way through the darkened woods. There was a heaviness in the air, a feeling that something was watching me. I brushed it off, focusing on my mission to escape the suffocating tension inside.But then, I felt it—the unmistakable sensation of being watched. I turned, my heart pounding against my ribs, and there he was, Lycan Steven, his eyes gleaming in the dim light cast by a flickering lamppost.We locked gazes in a silent standoff."What are you doing here?" I demanded, trying to mask the tremor in my voice."I should ask you that," Steven replied, his tone edged with barely contained anger. "What are you doing inside an omega's cabin?"I bristled at the insult to Killian. "It's none of your business," I retorted, but before I could react, Steven grabbed my wrist, his grip surprisingly tight. I winced, shocked by his sudden aggression."I don't understand, Nathalie," Steven said, his voice strained. "Why are
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