CHAPTER FIFTY
The forest around us is a cacophony of disapproval, the Elders' voices rising and falling like the ebb and flow of an angry sea. They can't believe it – the engagement between Alpha Torin and me is off, their precious plans for a strong lineage crumbling to dust. But as I stand there, amidst the towering trees and under the watchful eyes of Torin's warriors, a sense of liberation washes over me. Their disappointment clings to the air like early morning fog, yet it fails to dampen my spirit.
"Order must be preserved," Elder Marnix declares, his voice booming through the clearing. "This union was meant to strengthen our pack!"
"Strength doesn't come from forced bonds," I retort, standing tall despite the sea of scowling faces. The Elders, with their antiquated notions, fail
