RAVEN POV
Skye’s house was a small cabin near the edge of pack land, close enough to town but still wrapped in trees. She’d moved out of Mom’s place two years ago because she needed space. I couldn’t blame her. Being the daughter who stayed probably came with its own weight.
She opened the door in sweatpants and an oversized flannel, hair piled on top of her head, holding a glass of wine.
“You look like you need this more than I do.” She said, handing it to me.
I took it without arguing and followed her inside.
Her place felt warm. Mismatched furniture, photos everywhere, plants that somehow survived the Alaska cold. It looked real. Lived in. Loved.
Nothing like my hotel rooms and short-term rentals.
“So.” I said, sinking onto the couch. “What’s the emergency?”
Skye sat across from
