Biker's Lily{Wolves MC 2}

The new town was supposed to be a fresh start, a blank page after years of fear and loss. Lily Rose hummed softly, adjusting a box of books. The scent of fresh paint still clung to the air of her new apartment, a comforting aroma that promised beginnings. Outside, the afternoon sun cast long shadows, painting the quiet street in hues of gold and amber.
She stretched, a small groan escaping her lips, and glanced around her newly organized living room with a satisfied smile. Finally, a place of her own, far from the whispers and the ghosts of the past.
Suddenly, her foot caught on something, and she gasped, flailing wildly. A stack of old newspapers sent her sprawling, and a sickening crash echoed through the silence. Groaning, Lily pushed herself up, wincing at the sight of her shattered kitchenware.
“Crickets,” she muttered, a sigh escaping her lips. Just as she knelt to assess the damage, a voice called from the front of the house.
“Hello? Is everything alright?”
