SKYE POV - CHAPTER 44
Blue Lake receives us without spectacle.
No tremor in the wards. No flare of magic announcing arrivals. Just the quiet, steady acceptance of land that knows its Alpha and opens itself accordingly.
I feel it settle through my chest the moment we cross the boundary—the low, grounding pull that reminds me who I am and where my authority ends and begins. The lake glimmers through the trees in the distance, calm and deceptively peaceful, its surface untouched by the chaos unfolding beyond our borders.
Home.
The pack feels us immediately. I sense heads turning before we reach the main house, wolves pausing mid-task, awareness rippling outward like a held breath. They don’t crowd us, don’t challenge the unfamiliar presences moving at my flanks—but the tension is unmi
