Skye’s POV
When I woke up, Damian was no longer beside me. The warmth that lingered from his body had already started to fade, leaving only the cold side of the bed and a strange emptiness I couldn’t quite describe. It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t disappointment either. It was just… hollow.
I sat up and stared at the space he had occupied, my fingers unconsciously reaching for the dent his head left on the pillow. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I shouldn’t feel anything. After all, whatever happened last night wasn’t supposed to mean anything.
I shook off the feeling and climbed out of bed. The sun hadn’t risen yet, and I needed to get my act together. If I didn’t prepare breakfast before the others woke up, I’d hear a mouthful from the rest of the pack—especially Luna. And if she ever
