CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The river flows like a silver serpent, winding through the wilderness. I follow its path, with Logan at my side and Henry trailing just behind us. The water's song fills the silence between our footfalls, a constant companion in this vast mountain terrain.
Logan moves with an ease that belies his strength, his brown eyes scanning the environment with a vigilance that’s almost second nature. He steps over rocks and roots without faltering, his familiarity with the wild clear in every confident stride. There's a gentleness to his headstrong nature, a protective aura that has always drawn me toward him.
A fawn, caught unaware by our approach, darts across our path. Logan halts, a softness taking over his features as he watches it disappear into the thicket. I can't help
