Kieran's POV
I stared at Kyra's photo, gripping my whiskey glass tightly. My jaw clenched more with every passing second, the muscle twitching beneath my skin. Her beautiful face haunted me. That smile, which once lit up this place, now tortured me day and night.
I couldn't stop hearing her crying in my head. Those eyes that once looked at me so softly now reflected only hatred in my memories. Every damn corner of this mansion reminded me of her—of what we used to have.
Ronan, my wolf, kept pacing inside me, howling in pain just like I was hurting. Losing our mate was driving us both mad.
"Where are you?" I whispered, touching her face in the photo. Her orange blossom scent was gone from our bed, from our home.
