Chapter 32
Kael’s POV.
I sat up on the bed, my chest heaving, my breath ragged, the vision of Aria screaming, blood-soaked, her wolf dying, burning in my mind.
My heart pounded, fear choking me, my hands shaking as I grabbed my coat from the chair. I’d hurt her once already, my claws digging into her wrists, her scream echoing, and I wasn’t letting it happen again.
The vision, it was too real, too terrifying. I had to stop it, and I had to protect her. My wolf, Zeus, howled, his panic matching mine, urging me to move.
I stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind me, my boots loud on the packhouse floor.
The halls were dark, the torches dim, the night air cold through the open windows. My mind raced, my heart heavy with guilt and fear.
I’d seen her die in that vision, her eyes wide, her voice raw, and it wasn’t just in my head—it felt like a warning, a truth I couldn’t ignore.
I headed straight for Brian’s room, my steps quick, my fists clenched. I didn’t knock, just shoved the door open, the wood creaking loud.
Brian was sprawled on his bed, snoring, his cartoon boxers bright in the moonlight, his brown hair a mess. My brows arched, a cringe twisting my face, but I didn’t care. I needed him.
"Brian, wake up!" I snapped, my voice sharp, shaking the room.
He jolted upright, his eyes wide, his hands fumbling to cover his boxers, his face red with embarrassment.