CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
The scent of wildflowers and damp earth fills my lungs as I stand shoulder to shoulder with Love, watching the golden hues of sunset filter through the forest canopy. The air is thick with tension, almost tangible in its weight, pressing down on the group that has gathered in a small clearing surrounded by towering trees.
"Everyone," Love's voice slices through the silence like a blade, eyes alight with a determination that belies her gentle name. "I've made a decision. Kyle and I... we're going to stay with him in his human town for a while."
A collective gasp ripples through the group, and beside me, I feel Torin stiffen, his presence a steady force at my back. Muted whispers break out among Torin’s warriors, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. Silas,
