Skye’s POV
I was furious. Not the playful kind of mad where you pout until you’re given chocolate. No — this was the kind of anger that simmered in your gut, hot and poisonous, until you couldn’t think of anything else.
Damian hadn’t said a single word to me all day. Not after what happened last night. Not after the way he’d kissed me like I was the only thing keeping him alive. Not after the way we… gave in to each other under the light of the Moon Goddess.
Instead, he’d just… walked past me. Like I was nothing. Like last night had been nothing.
The more I thought about it, the more my chest burned. So that’s it? I thought bitterly. He just needed to sate his wolf’s needs and I happened to be there?
I was still seething when Eva slid into the seat beside me in the cafeteria. “You’re
