Avery’s Point of View
The house was too quiet.
The kind of silence that made every creak of the floorboards sound like a whisper in the dark. The kind that pressed in on me, wrapping around me like a heavy cloak.
I sighed, stretching my arms over my head as I lay on the plush couch, staring at the high ceiling. The chandelier above twinkled softly, casting golden patterns across the walls, but it didn’t make the emptiness feel any less suffocating.
Kaiden had left earlier that morning, saying he needed to return to the pack to handle some things. “To avoid suspicion,” he had said. Right. As if anyone would suspect anything if he just stayed with me a little longer.
I huffed, rolling onto my side and clutching a pillow.
“How long does it take to handle pack matters, you jerk?” I mutt
