Auther's POV
The area outside Liam's room was surrounded by glowing wolves, their ethereal light illuminating the space. These were spirit-world wolves, their presence both majestic and foreboding. Klinton stood at the ready, his back straight and tense as he called out to Haylie.
The sliding door opened with a faint creak, and Haylie stepped into the light. "I'm here," she said, shielding her eyes with her arm against the brightness.
Her hair was messy, her pink dress slightly wrinkled, and she was barefoot. Behind her, Liam appeared, stepping cautiously into view.
Klinton's sharp gaze locked onto Haylie as she emerged. "Haylie, what are you thinking?" he demanded, his voice laced with anger. "You can't just step out of the portal whenever you feel like it! Do you have any idea what you've done?"
Haylie POV