Sky's POV
The warmth of the early morning sun kissed my bare back, seeping into my muscles and easing the stiffness that had settled overnight. My body felt heavy, my mind still tangled in sleep, but the comfort was fleeting. I cracked one eye open, blinking against the golden light that flooded my room.
And then I saw it.
The tray. The f*****g tray.
I groaned, rolling onto my stomach, my forehead pressing into the pillow as frustration curled in my chest.
I ate it.
All of it.
I had barely eaten at dinner, just stolen bites here and there, but my wolf had been starving. Tired, restless, pissed off. And when I had come back from my run, the smell of food had been too much to ignore.
I hated myself for it.
Hated that Zeke knew.
Hated that he had been right—that I did need it.
"It'
