IRIS POV - CHAPTER 63
For once, the pack house was quiet.
Not the tense quiet that comes before a fight.
Not the heavy quiet after loss.
Just… still.
Blue Lake slept. The lake outside Skye’s windows reflected moonlight in soft ripples, silver and calm. No alarms. No calls. No blood in the air.
For the first time in what felt like months, there was no war breathing down our necks.
And I was tired of waiting.
Skye stood near the window, shoulders bare, staring out at the water like he carried the entire world on them. He always did that after battle — stood guard long after the danger passed.
Always protecting.
Always leading.
Always sacrificing.
I watched him for a long moment before I spoke.
“When was the last time we had a night that was just ours?”
He didn’t turn immediatel
