CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The scent of roasted meat and the tang of wild berries fill the air as I step into the clearing, the two packs mingling like rivers flowing into one another. My heart races not just from the thrill of being honored for my role in our victory but also from the anticipation of what's to come. The Pine pack and River Run pack have merged into an ocean of howling celebration, a feast laid out before us on tables groaning under the weight of the bounty.
"Tonight, we honor Isla!" Mark's voice booms through the crowd, his arm wrapped securely around my waist. His pride in me is a living thing, warm and encompassing. "Her bravery has saved us all!"
A chorus of cheers rises from the throng of wolves, both human and beast. Their admiration washes over me like a wave, and I feel
