Chapter 3

**Chapter 3**

**Nathan’s POV**

As I pushed the bedroom door open, a frigid gust of wind rushed in, swirling around me like a restless spirit. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, an uneasy growl reverberating through my chest as I absorbed the emptiness of the room. It felt as if the very air was charged with absence, an echo of what once was.

My eyes were drawn to the source of the wind—the windows stood wide open, curtains flailing like frantic hands in the storm. The sight ignited a flicker of irritation within me.

With swift strides, I crossed the room and slammed the window shut, my claws nearly breaking through the frame as it rattled under my grip. The moment the glass sealed, the wind ceased its assault, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.

My heart thudded loudly in my ears, a relentless reminder of my turmoil. Why does it feel like something’s missing? I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care, that she was nothing more than a traitor who had betrayed me and sullied the Hemsworth name along with the Ironclaw pack’s honor.

Yet, my gaze lingered on the bed, the deep gray sheets that still bore the faint imprint of her presence. I raised my hand to my temple, rubbing at the dull ache that pulsed behind my eyes, a reminder of the emotional turmoil roiling within me.