CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
The moon hangs high, a pale guardian in the ink-black sky as I tread silently along the border of the Stone Pack's territory. The ground underfoot yields stories to my senses, tales of small creatures that skitter through the underbrush and the rustle of leaves in the gentle night breeze. My steps are deliberate and quiet—not out of fear, but respect for the night's tranquil symphony.
I pause, tilting my head slightly, allowing the thrumming life-force of the forest to wash over me. It's during these patrols that I feel most at peace, a stark contrast to the chaos that used to define my existence within the rigid structure of my birth pack. Since being cast out, I've found solace under Roman's leadership—his justice and kindness extending to even the likes of me, an e
