CHAPTER FIFTY
Leaves crunch beneath my paws as I race through the thickening underbrush, the last vestiges of summer warmth clinging to the air like a cherished memory. The forest is alive with the scents and sounds of impending fall — earthy decay mingling with the tang of wild berries still stubbornly clinging to their bushes. I've grown accustomed to this form now, the lithe black wolf that matches my human hair, sleek and swift where once I stumbled in uncertainty.
"Grace!" Lucas's voice, deep and resonant even in his wolf form, carries over the rustle of leaves. His massive silver-grey form weaves effortlessly between the trees, a testament to his strength and status within our pack.
"Lucas," I think, knowing he'll catch the thought on our private wavelength. Our minds touch like w
