Dorothy’s POV
The moment I stepped into The Hideout, the bass pulsed through me like a second heartbeat. The air carried hints of expensive liquor and recklessness—two things I was learning to love again after years of restraint. My fingers tightened around my fire-engine red clutch as I scanned the room, spotting Kaia's familiar smirk from across the booth.
Finally. Somewhere I actually belong.
I slid into the seat beside her, the leather cool against my thighs. Harper immediately shoved a champagne flute into my hand, her dark eyes glinting with mischief.
"Took you long enough," she teased, the heir of Thunder Valley Pack as bold as ever. "We were about to send a hunting party."
I smirked. "Traffic was a nightmare. And someone—" I shot a look at Theodore, who was already
