Amara POV
The forest is quiet as I make my way through it, the familiar scent of pine and earth grounding me once more. The path is well-trodden, and my footsteps are steady. The moonlight filters through the canopy, casting a silvery glow on the leaves, and I feel a sense of peace wash over me.
"Home," Rose murmurs, and I can feel her contentment mirroring my own.
As I approach the tree with the silver leaves, a sense of anticipation builds within me. The sight of Dallas pacing back and forth, his worry evident even from a distance, tugs at my heart. Autumn and Tristan are lying on the ground, their heads resting on their hands, a picture of relaxation despite the tension in the air. Dallas stops pacing and raises his nose to the air, taking a deep sniff and a sharp intake of breath a
