CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
The mountain air is crisp, filled with the promise of spring. I watch as Torin moves gracefully among his warriors, a leader in every sense, his brown eyes reflecting the strength of the Solar Crest Pack. He carries an aura of authority that even the untamed wilderness seems to respect. Yet today, there's an unusual weight to his steps, something that tugs at my heart.
"Can we talk?" he asks, voice carrying over the murmur of the pack members around us.
"Of course," I reply, concern lacing my words. We step away from the group, finding a semblance of privacy beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient evergreen. The others continue their tasks, gathering herbs or sharpening tools, their presence a comforting backdrop to this secluded space.
"Your fire premonition ha
