SKYE POV - CHAPTER 51
The wards of Blue Lake shimmered faintly as I stood in the clearing, the familiar hum of the land beneath my feet steadying me against the tension coiling in the air. I could feel the pulse of the pack inside the house, the low murmur of voices and footsteps, but my attention was elsewhere, far beyond the lake, in a place where instinct whispered urgently. My phone buzzed sharply, slicing through the quiet, and I snatched it from my pocket without even glancing at it, expecting Skeet.
“Skye,” his voice came through, calm but tight, a subtle undercurrent of tension threading it. “There’s… another surge.”
I froze, already feeling the vibration in the air before he even finished the sentence. “Another?” I asked carefully, lowering my voice.
“Yes,” Skeet continued. “A
