Lila’s P.O.V.
I leaned back slightly, still wrapped in Skye’s arms, but the weight of his words stuck in my mind.
Werewolves come with baggage.
It wasn’t exactly comforting. I tilted my head up to look at him, one eyebrow arched.
“OK,” I said, my voice skeptical.
“What kind of ‘baggage’ are we talking about here?”
Skye’s face shifted as if he knew this wasn’t going to be an easy answer. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair, and his eyes flickered with something deeper. Something more serious than I was expecting of him.
“Well,” he started slowly,
“there’s something you need to know about how... werewolves bond. How we choose our mates.”
“Mates?” I repeated, my stomach doing an odd little flip at the word.
“Like... like how wolves in the wild do?”
Skye’s lips twi
