Skye’s P.O.V.
I parked my truck in the driveway, the engine’s rumble fading as I turned the key. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet neighborhood. I could already feel the tension slipping from my shoulders, but my wolf Cooper was on edge, more so than usual. Ever since Lila had come into my life, my wolf had been in a constant state of heightened awareness, always restless, always focused on her.
I stepped out of the truck, grabbed my bag from the passenger seat, and made my way to the front door. The house felt different now, knowing she was inside. A part of me—a very large part—couldn’t wait to see her. But there was also that nagging fear in the back of my mind. She was still fragile, still processing everything that had happened to her, and the last thing
