Skye’s P.O.V.
I paced the length of Koda’s small office next to his kitchen inside the restaurant, phone clutched tightly to my ear. My hands felt hot, fists clenched as I waited for the lawyer’s voice to break the heavy silence. I had been calling back and forth with him for days now, each conversation a lifeline that I desperately hoped would lead to a way out of this mess. Lila had been doing her best to keep her spirits up during that time, but I saw through it—every time she tried to brush it off, my inner wolf sensed the frustration gnawing at her, the worry she kept tucked away behind forced smiles. And now, finally, the lawyer had emailed me back, telling me to contact him as soon as I possibly could, but my gut twisted, sensing that the news wasn’t good.
“Skye, I’m going to get
