Kianna's PoV:
I sat cross-legged on my bed in the dim afternoon light, the dorm room feeling smaller than usual, like the walls were inching closer with every breath I took.
Lesley was out at a study group, leaving me alone with the quiet hum of the radiator and the faint chatter of girls down the hall.
My phone lay beside me, screen dark, but my thoughts were loud—too loud.
Two days. It had been exactly two days since the hotel after-party, since Kristen Hale crashed back into my life like a memory I'd buried too shallow.
I couldn't stop thinking about him. Not in the obsessive, heart-fluttering way I used to think about Maddox before everything turned toxic.
This was different—deeper and filled with old memories. Kristen was the boy who'd shared stolen berries with me behind the pack house, who'd held my hand during thunderstorms when the alpha's howls made the younger pups tremble.
