Skye’s POVThe night air was sharp and merciless as it tore against my skin. It bit into me like shards of ice, cutting through fur and flesh, reminding me with every gust that I was still alive—though I wished, for one fleeting second, that I wasn’t. Each breath I took burned in my lungs, every inhale shallow, every exhale jagged. I ran as if the ground itself were crumbling beneath me, as if the entire mansion would rise up and swallow me whole if I dared to stop.“Keep running,” Lyra urged, her voice echoing inside my mind, ragged with grief. “Don’t look back, Skye. Don’t let us look back.”But I couldn’t stop the flood of images, the endless replay of his betrayal.Still, even in wolf form, the tears came. They streamed down my muzzle, hot and unrelenting, blurring the path until the world became nothing but streaks of darkness, moonlight, and trees rushing by like ghosts.But no amount of running could make me forget.“I didn’t fall for her.”Damian’s voice cut through me again,
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