Sky’s POV
Later that afternoon, when the sun had begun sinking behind the trees, I went to the garden to help my father carry tools back to the shed. The air smelled like cut grass and damp soil, the kind of quiet that made your thoughts louder.
I was stacking rakes against the wall when I heard footsteps again.
I turned and saw Zayne standing by the stone path, hands in his pockets like he had been there longer than he wanted to admit.
Dad straightened immediately. “Good evening, young Alpha.”
Zayne gave him a polite nod. “Evening, Amos. The roses look good.”
“Thank you, sir.”
But Zayne’s eyes had already shifted to me.
“Sky.”
I swallowed, my fingers tightening around the handle of the rake. “Yes?”
“Come here.”
My father and I exchanged a quick look. Dad seemed just as unsure a
