The wolf's lifeless eyes were honey-colored—the kind of hue that might have once ignited a familiar warmth in her chest. Yet now, that warmth was nowhere to be found, replaced instead by the icy stillness of dead embers, sending shivers crawling down her spine.
Something about the wolf nagged at her, tugging at a memory buried too deep to retrieve. The tingling sensation in her head warned her that perhaps it was better left forgotten.
"Well?" Kai's voice broke the silence, sharp and insistent. "What do you think?"
Lorelai swallowed hard, her throat tightening. She didn't want to appear timid in front of her fiancé. "It's… beautiful," she managed, her voice steady despite the unease prickling at her skin.
"Ha!" Kai's loud exclamation cut through the room like a crack of thunder, making Lorelai flinch. The stillness of the trophy room only amplified the sudden noise, jarring her senses.
