Skye POV
I sat at a table surrounded by the comforting presence of my family. The soft glow of candlelight danced across their faces, casting warm shadows on their features. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, mingling with the chatter and laughter of my loved ones.
Yet, amidst this cozy scene, an unsettling feeling gnawed at me. Chaos was still on edge from the revelations he had uncovered. He allowed everyone else to read them. They revealed that he was a unique blend of two different types of lycans, granting him unparalleled strength.
For a while, we enjoyed a peaceful dinner, basking in the company of family. However, a wave of discomfort suddenly washed over me. At first, everything seemed hazy, as if viewed through a foggy lens. Sensing my distress, Chaos's concerne
