Concerned Friends

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CHAPTER 187

~Tempest's POV~

The late afternoon sunlight streamed through my room's tall windows, casting warm golden hues across the soft lavender walls. 

I sat cross-legged on my bed, absentmindedly stroking Summer's fur in my mind as she paced restlessly. Her need for action mirrored my frustration.

"He'll get what's coming to him," I muttered under my breath, clenching the phone in my hands.

Summer growled softly, agreeing but clearly unsatisfied.

Just as I considered taking a long run to vent my pent-up energy, my phone buzzed in my hand, startling me. Glancing at the screen, I froze.

Ryland.

I hesitated for only a moment before answering. "Ryland?"

His deep, soothing voice came through the line. "Tempest. I heard what happened."

His words were simple, but the concern laced through them was unmistakable.