CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
The scent of ancient paper and pine lingers as we step out from the scholar's cabin, the door closing behind us with a gentle thud. I turn to him, his silhouette framed in the doorway, wisdom etched into the lines of his face.
"Thank you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, yet it carries through the crisp mountain air. "For everything."
Logan nods, his brown eyes reflecting a gratitude that runs deeper than words. "Your knowledge could change our lives," he says, his voice steady, revealing the strength that has always drawn me to him.
Henry, ever the quiet storm, steps forward, offering a firm handshake to the scholar. His blue eyes hold a spark of hope for the first time since we learned of his lost ability to shift. "We won't forget your help," he promises
