Victor's POV
I stood alone in the vast living room, the silence pressing in on me from every side. Even my shadow looked unfamiliar, stretched long across the floor under the dim lights, like it didn’t quite belong to me anymore.
My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin.
She left. Our mate left.
I didn’t answer him.
A breeze slipped in through the open windows, tugging at my shirt, carrying faint scents of the night, but not hers.
My chest tightened.
After a long moment, I forced myself to move.
Each step toward the stairs felt heavier than it should have, like I was dragging something unseen behind me.
By the time I reached my room, the silence had grown louder. I pushed the door open, flicked on the light, and stopped.
The room looked cold and clean. Ava took everything of hers
