Zaden's POV
Silverstone pack.
Like a shadow slipping through a sleeping forest, I prowled along the lonely path, gliding soundlessly between the trees.
Dawn had only begun to unfurl across the horizon, painting the sky in muted shades of silver and pale gold. The woods still breathed the cool hush of morning, and every blade of grass shimmered beneath crystal beads of dew.
I threaded deeper between the towering trunks, icy droplets brushing against my frame, soaking the fur along my shoulders and spine.
Low-hanging branches scraped softly over my body, gliding across the powerful muscles rippling beneath my coat.
I lifted my head, nostrils flaring.
The forest spoke in scents.
Wet earth, moss, wildflowers blooming somewhere nearby, and rabbits hidden beneath tangled roots. The ver
