CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The wind whips through my hair as we ascend the rocky path leading to the cliff, our sacred space where land meets sky and our wolf spirits soar. Kyle’s hand brushes against mine, a current of electricity shooting up my arm. I glance over at him, his brown eyes reflecting the setting sun like pools of molten chocolate. His presence is both a balm to my soul and a fire in my heart.
"Almost there," he says, his voice low and reassuring.
I nod, the anticipation tightening my chest. We've come so far, from childhood friends to leaders of the West Mountains pack. Our footsteps match in rhythm—a dance we’ve perfected since we were pups.
As we crest the top, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. The view never gets old—the vast forest spread out before us, a tapes
