Kyra’s POV
“How did he find us? ”My wolf, Sylvia, growled low in my mind, her instincts sharpening as I stood frozen before him.
Nathan knelt before me, gripping my hands with a desperation that made my chest ache. The scent of his minty musk—once so comforting—now felt like a cruel reminder of everything we’d lost. Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.
“He shouldn’t be here,”Sylvia snarled. “Not after what he did.”
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to focus. His hair was longer now, his face shadowed with stubble. Dark circles bruised his eyes, and he looked thinner—like he hadn’t slept or eaten properly in weeks.
“H-How did you find me?” My voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.
He shook his head, his grip tightening. “I’m sorry. I-I’ve been following you.”
Following me? I yanked my hands back, my pulse roaring in my ears. “What are you doing, Nathan? Why are you doing this?”
