Kieran’s POV
I stared at Kyra's photo, gripping my whiskey glass tight. My jaw got tighter every second, the muscle jumping under my skin. Her beautiful face haunted me. That smile that used to light up this place now tortured me day and night.
I couldn't stop hearing her crying in my head. Those eyes that used to look at me so softly now just showed hate in my memories. Every fucking corner of this mansion reminded me of her, of what we used to have.
Ronan, my wolf, kept pacing inside me, howling in pain just like I was hurting. Losing our mate was driving us both crazy.
"Where are you?" I whispered, touching her face in the photo. Her orange blossom smell was gone from our bed, from our home.
