KAI POV
I walked on autopilot.
Room 214.
Scratch on the frame.
Broken hinge on the inside.
Safe. Familiar. Empty.
Thank fu.ck.
No arrogant smirks. No green-eyed devils lounging shirtless on the lower bunk like it was a throne. No dimples grinning at her with that I-know-you-want-this swagger.
Just quiet.
Just me.
I grabbed a clean pair of boxers and a loose shirt from the drawer—technically men’s, but so was I now. I liked how they fit. How they didn’t fit. How they were not lacy underwear my wolf chose to bring with us.
The tension in my shoulders hadn’t left. It had sunk deeper.
Something was off.
I could feel it in my bones, in my veins.
Summer lifted her head, sniffing the air with narrowed eyes. I did the same.
The bathroom smelled… wrong.
Not bad. Not threatening. J
