Sky's POV
I slipped into my room, closing the door softly behind me, my body still humming from the run, from Lucy's warning, from the feeling of being watched.
But the moment I stepped inside, my chest tightened.
I smelled him.
Zeke.
The scent was subtle but unmistakable—earthy, warm, laced with the slightest hint of something that always made my stomach twist in ways I hated.
Evie stirred immediately, her presence sharp and alert. He was here.
I know. I scanned the room, my pulse picking up despite myself. There was no sign of him, no lingering warmth of his presence, but my wolf knew. He left something.
And then I saw it. On the nightstand. A tray of food, still warm—eggs, toast, bacon, even coffee. My throat tightened.
“How did I miss him, I had just been in the kitchen?” I a
