Lila’s P.O.V.
I barely remembered the drive home. My mind was a blur, my thoughts tangled in a knot of disbelief, fear, and heartbreak. By the time I pulled into the driveway, the sun had fully set, and the world outside was bathed in darkness. I sat in the car for a moment, my hands still trembling on the steering wheel, trying to process what I had just seen.
Skye is a werewolf.
The words bounced around in my mind, echoing over and over, but they still didn’t feel real. I hadn’t just imagined it. I had seen it—watched with my own eyes as the man I loved had transformed into a creature out of myth.
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
A cold chill ran down my spine, despite the warm air inside the car. My body felt heavy, my chest tight with anxiety, but I forced myself to move. I
