Skye’s P.O.V.
I stretched out in bed, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the light, and the first thing I saw was Lila beside me, naked and still fast asleep. Her hair was a cascade of red waves sprawled across my pillow, her face peaceful, her breathing soft and even. For the first time in weeks, I felt truly at ease. My inner wolf, Cooper, who had been restless and on edge, ever since Lila had run into me a few weeks ago, was calm. Almost serene.
That calmness was new, but it felt right. I couldn’t remember the last time Cooper had been so still, so content. It was as if all the tension of the past few weeks had melted away overnight, leaving behind nothing but a quiet h
