The autumn air bit through the thick layers of clothing as dried leaves spiraled down from bare branches. Winter was approaching fast, and the chill seemed to seep into every corner of the Thunder Growl Pack territory.
Kimi pulled her white scarf higher around her face as another violent sneeze escaped her. Her nose had turned an embarrassing shade of red, and no amount of bundling seemed to help against the harsh climate.
Dynasty watched her struggle with barely concealed amusement dancing in his blue eyes.
"After all these years living here, you still fight this weather like it's your first day," he said, his voice carrying that familiar mocking edge that only family could get away with.
Kimi shot him a look that could have melted the frost forming on nearby windows. Her dark eyes softened despite her irritation, and Dynasty's teasing expression faltered slightly.
"Stop picking on me," she muttered, her voice muffled by the scarf.
