CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
The mountain air is crisp, a sharp contrast to the warmth of my father's embrace. "You'll be fine, Raven," he murmurs, his voice a steady rumble against my ear. I pull back slightly, looking up into his familiar rugged face, and try to mirror the confidence that glimmers in his eyes.
"Take care of them, Dad," I reply, my voice steadier than I feel. The Lunar Peak pack is more than family; they're a part of my soul, and leaving them feels like walking away from a piece of myself.
He nods, a silent promise passing between us. With a final squeeze to my shoulders, he steps back and turns to the small group waiting at a respectful distance. They are the Solar Crest pack, and though their postures are welcoming, they're strangers to me.
"May the spirits watch over you, Al
