SKYE POV - CHAPTER 64
Morning at Blue Lake never arrived quietly, but today the air carried something heavier than the usual rhythm of pack life. Wolves moved across the clearing outside the pack house with purpose, yet their attention kept drifting toward the same things—unfamiliar figures walking the territory, new scents lingering along the borders, the subtle hum of energy that had settled over the land like a storm waiting beneath clear skies.
They felt it.
Even if they did not yet understand it.
I stood near the tall windows overlooking the lake, watching my pack move through their routines with the careful tension of wolves who sensed change. Blue Lake had always been a place of certainty. Our borders were known. Our alliances were stable. Our pack house had never hosted multipl
