Skye’s POV
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought the sound might give me away before Evan even saw me. My breath came in short, shallow bursts as his voice drew closer, threading through the night air like a warning bell.
I didn’t know what to do. If Evan came upon me here—with Damian—there would be no explaining it away. Not when I was naked beneath the moonlight, the water lapping around my shoulders like a guilty secret. Not when Damian stood so still, his eyes fixed on me with that unreadable intensity, like he already knew I wouldn’t run.
Reputation. That cursed word. It had taken everything in me to build some semblance of respect in this pack, to not be the scandal they whispered about behind closed doors. And now, all it would take was Evan seeing me here with him—D
