CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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The familiar scent of rain-soaked earth greets me as Ford and I cross the threshold into Golden Paw. Our village, hidden among the rolling hills of an old European town, is a haven only for those like us—shifters. We slip between the shadows cast by the twilight, both of us still reeling from the emotions stirred up in the woods.
Luca is there, waiting, his golden blonde hair catching the last rays of sunshine. His blue eyes lock onto mine, filled with concern and unspoken questions. My heart twists with guilt—the kiss Ford and I shared hangs heavy between us, an invisible barrier I'm not sure how to breach.
"Skye," Luca greets me, his voice gentle, pulling me back to the now.
"Luca," I acknowledge, my reply barely above a whisper. I want to say more, to apo
