SKYLER POV - CHAPTER 55
The moment we stepped into the Blue Lake pack house, the familiar scent of cedar and earth mixed with the faint tang of adrenaline lingering from the hunt was almost comforting, if only because it meant we were home. I kept my arms crossed, shoulders rigid, and my gaze sharp, taking in the space we had moved through a thousand times but never felt so tense in.
Skye moved beside me, quiet but calculating, already mentally mapping how we’d regroup, who we’d need to speak with first, and what we could anticipate next. I could practically feel his mind spinning threads of strategy even as we walked, and I kept close enough to read it, letting his presence anchor me.
And then Tyler fell into step beside me, like he owned the air around him, his jaw tight, lips curlin
