(Kai's POV).
I stared at the empty court, the scent of Lena’s sweat still lingering in the air, mixed with the sharp metallic tang of iron from the weight racks.
My muscles ached from watching her push herself. She’d given everything. And despite how much I wanted to reward her for it, I had to keep things professional—at least for now.
I’d just finished stacking the last barbell back onto the rack when the doors creaked open.
Footsteps echoed off the polished floor, light but purposeful.
I turned, expecting one of the younger wolves. Instead, it was her—Tasha, Jena’s closest friend. The one who had come to me first when Jena vanished.
"Kai," she breathed out, her eyes wide with a watery shine. She clutched something to her chest—a worn notebook, maybe Jena’s. "I just wanted to
