Kimi stepped into the living room, her brow furrowed as she scanned the space. Something felt off. Her gaze drifted toward the front entrance, then moved to the expansive window overlooking the parking area. Row after row of vehicles filled the lot, but one particular spot caught her attention. An empty space where a familiar car should have been.
Her eyes lingered on that vacant spot, and for several heartbeats, they flashed with an otherworldly green glow. Deep within her chest, her wolf stirred restlessly, agitated by the memory of Kolton's injured hand.
"Forget about him," she whispered under her breath, forcing herself to look away. "He means nothing to us now."
But the image of his burned palm refused to leave her thoughts. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the uncomfortable tightness in her chest. The bitter thought crossed her mind that Kolton had managed to overshadow her birthday once again, just as he always did.
