Kiara's POV
I pushed myself fully to my feet, still a little unsteady, but my brain was catching up now—and oh boy, it was not letting this go.
"Okay—no," I said, shaking my head. "What the hell was that, Lysander?No, we are not just walking away from that like it was some casual sightseeing trip…nope…I am not moving before you tell me what's going on…"
No response.
Of course.
He moved past me instead, grabbing something off a nearby stand—a cloak perhaps—and before I could even react—whoosh…
He wrapped it around me.
I blinked.
"…what are you doing?"
"Stand still," he muttered.
"I am standing still—answer me first—who were they?" I shot back, grabbing the edge of the cloak. "That woman and the kid—who were they? And why the hell was the Old Alpha of SilverTooth pack there in a weird memory scape, acting like—"
"Enough."
He didn't even look at me.
Just adjusted the cloak tighter around my shoulders like I was some package he was trying to secure.
I scowled.
