CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The air crackles with tension, a restless energy that prickles at the back of my neck. I'm running through the narrow cobblestone streets of Golden Paw, my feet pounding a rhythm in time with my racing heart. The sun dips low, throwing long shadows between the old stone buildings, and I can feel every eye in the pack on me as I make my way to the main square.
"Skye!" Ford's voice cuts through the murmur of voices like a knife. He's standing there, tall and commanding, his brown hair tousled and those intense green eyes fixed on me. "We've got trouble."
Word has spread like wildfire—rogue wolves are near, the kind that don't just threaten livestock but the fragile peace we've clung to for so long. The Golden Paw pack is no stranger to danger, but the fear I see in the e
