Nathan's POV
The door shut behind the boys, their small footsteps fading down the hall. Silence filled the suite, thick, and suffocating.
I turned and fixed my gaze on Hailee. For a moment, I thought the ground might give way beneath me. Ten years—ten years of searching, of torment, of nights when her face haunted me in every shadow—and now she stood in front of me. Alive. Real.
My chest tightened, my wolf howling inside me, desperate to lunge forward, to close the space between us, to pull her into my arms. God, I ached for it. To feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, to bury my face in her hair, to remind myself she was more than just a ghost I chased in dreams.
