Skye's POV
After rejecting Damian, I could still hear the echo of Logan’s howl in my ears. It was raw, agonizing, and filled with something that twisted painfully in my chest. Lyra had howled too. The sound of her cry was like the tearing of silk. Like the very soul of the bond between them had been ripped in half.
The noise haunted me. Even now, days later, I couldn’t stop hearing it.
I hadn’t been able to sleep. Hadn’t touched a bite of food since that night. My maids tried bringing in trays of warm soup, spiced bread, even the honey cakes I used to love as a child. But nothing passed my lips.
Because nothing tasted like before.
I found myself standing at the window again, staring blankly at the canopy of trees beyond the palace, their green branches dancing beneath the wind, untouc
