Skye’s P.O.V.
I paced the length of the living room, the old wooden floor creaking under my boots with every step I made. My eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking away painfully slow. It had been hours since I’d heard the front door slam shut, and Lila still wasn’t back. The thought gnawed at me, creating an uneasy pit in my stomach.
"Where is she?" I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. My wolf, Cooper, had been on edge all night, prowling in the back of my mind and growling with impatience.
You let her walk out, genius, Cooper snapped.
She could be anywhere by now. Alone. Vulnerable. And it’s all your fault.
I clenched my jaw, feeling my wolf’s frustration merge with my own.
"I didn’t let her walk out. She just...left," I replied under my
