CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
The trees of Stone pack village hum with the whispers of wind, and I stand shoulder to shoulder with Vee, watching the sun dip behind the horizon. The warm glow bathes us in a fading light, the shadows of our past selves growing long and then disappearing altogether as night takes its hold. Once, we had been nothing more than two rogue wolves on the run, our futures uncertain, our lives bound only to each other.
"Remember when it was just the two of us against the world?" Vee's voice is soft, tinged with nostalgia. Her strawberry blonde hair catches the last rays of sunlight, like fire against the cooling sky.
I nod, my own heart swelling with memories. "We didn't need anyone else," I say, though the words feel like half-truths now. Back then, the loneliness was a ta
