Chapter 90

I hadn't known the twins for very long—about six months, to be precise. Despite the brevity, our bond had deepened quickly, faster than the norm even among werewolves. It made us feel like a cohesive unit, but there were still facets of my formidable mates I had yet to fully comprehend. One of those revelations was just how terrifying Kieran could be in a state of murderous rage. I had witnessed him on battlefields, my focus torn between him and his wounded brother. I had seen him move with predatory grace in wolf form, but there was something unnervingly compelling about watching Kieran unleash his fury in human guise.