Skye's POV
The morning felt strange.
Not because of the weather—it was as clear and crisp as any other day in the pack—but because Damian wasn’t there. The sun had risen the same way it always did, spilling pale gold across the trees. Birds still sang somewhere beyond the packhouse, their trills carrying through the open windows. The air had that cool, pine-laced bite that came with early hours in our territory. Everything was exactly as it should be.
And yet… it wasn’t.
No quiet knock on my door. No low, husky voice murmuring that I should get up for training. No faint rustle of boots on the hallway floor. No lingering scent of pine and storm that always seemed to wrap around him and cling to the space he’d just left.
The absence hit me harder than I wanted to admit.
I’d spent month
