CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The forest floor feels alive under my feet, soft and pulsing with an ancient rhythm that syncs with the beat of my heart. I come here to escape, to breathe, to be one with the nature that seems so intrinsically tied to my very being. This is my sanctuary, away from the responsibilities of being Mark's new bride, away from the pack and their expectations of what a Luna should be.
I kneel, my fingers sifting through the rich soil, cool and damp beneath the shade of towering oaks and whispering pines. It's as if the Earth itself is speaking to me, murmuring secrets in a language I am only now beginning to comprehend. The wind carries the scent of pine and wildflowers, wrapping around me like a lover's embrace, and for a moment, I lose myself in the sensation.
"Show me,
