SKY
Kiana’s soft, uneven snores drift across the room. They ground me. A small smile forms without effort. She’s been beside me through everything. No questions. No conditions. The best friend I’ve ever had. That thought warms me as sleep starts to pull me down.
My mind drifts to Damien. Fixing things with him still feels unreal. Fragile. It makes me happy in a quiet way, even though I have no idea how we’re meant to exist like this. He’s Silver Moon Pack. I’m Shadow Fang Pack. Those lines don’t blur. They cut deep.
We were never meant to choose each other.
Sadness settles in my chest, heavy but familiar. Not just for me. For him too. Our fathers made sure of this long before we were born. They don’t want us to rule. They don’t want us together.
Damien was right, we mirror each othe
