Liam’s POV
The evening air carried the scent of pine and damp earth as I stood on the balcony, watching the sun sink below the horizon. The sky burned in hues of crimson and gold, and the wind whispered through the trees that lined the vast estate. The world was settling into the embrace of night, but she still wasn’t home.
Ava should have been back hours ago.
I leaned against the railing, fingers curling over the cool metal, my wolf stirring beneath my skin. Restless. Anxious. The bond between us, always a steady pulse in my chest, now flickered with unease.
Where is she?
I had told her not to wander far. Not after what happened last time. She was reckless, always slipping through my fingers like a shadow. My little storm. My wife.
The clock inside the mansion chimed. Eight. Nine.
