CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
The cobblestones of Golden Paw’s square press cool and firm beneath my bare feet as the twilight wraps the town in a soft, dusky embrace. I stand amidst the throng of my pack, the murmurs of anticipation buzzing around me like a swarm of bees ready to meet their queen. Ford's presence looms beside me—tall, strong, and reassuring—even though the distance between us has grown longer than the shadows cast by the setting sun.
Alpha Finnic steps forward, his imposing figure cutting through the crowd with the ease of a knife through water. His eyes, sharp and calculating, sweep over us before they rest on Ford, who stands resolute, his jaw set in that way it does when he's bracing for impact.
"The curse is broken I see," Finnic announces, his voice rippling through the sq
