SKYE POV - CHAPTER 42
The Silver Mist Pack didn’t greet outsiders.
It judged them.
The fog thickened as soon as we crossed the boundary, heavy with the scent of crushed petals and damp soil. Flowers bloomed in impossible places—white lilies bursting through stone, thorned vines crawling over ancient trunks, blossoms opening and closing like lungs breathing with the land.
Alive.
Watching.
Camille Grey’s power pressed against my senses like a warning hand on my chest.
Skyler whistled softly. “Okay, I take it back. This isn’t decorative. This is territorial.”
Jay didn’t respond.
His shoulders were rigid, jaw clenched so tight I could hear his teeth grind. The closer we moved toward the clearing, the more the earth reacted to him—roots retracting, vines pulling away, flowers bowing no
