CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
I'm sitting in the red chair that feels like an extension of me, its plush fabric embracing my form as I gaze out the window. The sun is edging its way up, casting a golden light across the Pine Pack territory. It's supposed to be another tranquil day, but tranquility seems like a distant dream when your mind hosts visions of catastrophe.
"Hey, Daisy," Lucas' voice, deep and comforting, ripples through the silence of the early morning. "You're up early."
I turn, forcing a smile at my best friend who has stood by me since we were pups playing in the mud. His tall frame leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, brown hair tousled from sleep, hazel eyes searching mine for something I’m not ready to reveal.
"Couldn't sleep," I murmur, the words
