KENDRICK
Her birthday was coming up.
The thought had lodged itself into my mind weeks ago and refused to let go. It was the reason why I brought us back home from Philadelphia.
Because, it was Not just her birthday. It was our anniversary too on that day.
One year anniversary.
One long, chaotic, painful, transformative year.
A year that started with me dragging Kimberly into my world like some kind of prize to be conquered… and now?
Now, I couldn’t imagine a world without her in it.
I watched her from the study window that overlooked the training grounds. She sat under a tree in the late afternoon sun, sketchbook in hand, her eyes sometimes lifting to watch the pack warriors go about their drills.
She looked peaceful.
She looked… free.
That was what I’d wanted for her. Not
