CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The crisp Pine Pack air bites at my skin as we edge closer to the village, the scent of turmoil and unrest heavy upon it. My heart races, a mix of dread and determination pulsating through my veins. The River Run pack flanks us on either side, their presence a fortified promise of support that both calms and ignites my nerves.
Mark strides ahead, his black hair a stark contrast against the silvered moonlight. His body is a coiled spring, tense with the impending confrontation. Despite the chaos awaiting us, his hand finds mine, intertwining our fingers in a silent vow of unity. I squeeze back, hoping to convey the trust I feel for him without words.
"Stay close," he murmurs, his brown eyes flicking to mine. There's a storm brewing in their depths, a tempest of respon
