Kinsley’s P.O.V
It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since Kole left. But I needed to run, I needed to feel the earth beneath my paws to help me with the flood of emotion running through me. I felt trapped in this room, like I couldn’t breathe. I needed fresh air. From the window, I could see the moon peeking, the setting sun disappeared quickly from our walk back to the pack house not long ago.
Opening the bedroom door, the low-lit hall was empty of any shifters. I made my way quietly through the home back to the kitchen area we passed when I first arrived.
Nearing the glass doors, I could hear Kole’s voice. His tone wasn’t happy.
“Why are you here?” His voice was cold and guarded. Something in his tone set me on edge. My soul felt like it needed to brace for an incoming atta
