CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
The forest air is crisp, biting at my bare arms as I trail behind Kyle. He moves with purpose, his shoulders set like he's going into battle rather than a conversation. The deeper we plunge into the woods, the heavier the silence weighs on me. There's a sense of urgency in his stride that tells me this isn't just another pack meeting.
"Kyle," I whisper, but he doesn’t slow down. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
He doesn't answer, only glances back with grim determination. That look alone chills me more than the evening chill. Something about tonight feels monumental and it has everything to do with Dean and Alec.
We reach the clearing where high above the moon casts a silver glow, illuminating the two figures standing on opposite sides like duelists preparing for
