CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
The city's heartbeat thrums under my feet as we trek through the concealed paths known only to our kind. The Ironfur wolves move with a synchrony that makes the concrete jungle seem like a natural extension of the wild forests we stem from. And there, just a pace behind, is Henry, his presence like an unexpected shadow at twilight.
Logan leads, his strides confident and sure—a silent assertion of his rank. His brown hair catches the dying light, a contrast to the darkening sky. I'm close enough to notice the tension in his shoulders, the set determination on his face. It's the look of a Beta who bears the weight of the pack's safety on his broad shoulders.
I can hear Henry's footsteps now, a steady rhythm that reminds me of a time when everything was simpler. We reac
