CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
The morning sun filters through the canopy of leaves above, painting patches of light on the cobblestone streets of Golden Paw. I take a deep breath, feeling the crisp air fill my lungs, carrying with it the scents of the surrounding forest and the distant aroma of freshly baked bread from the town's bakery.
"Focus, Skye," I whisper to myself as I walk along the familiar path towards the heart of the pack's territory. It's been months since that fateful night when the rogues attacked Iron Will pack, but the memory is still fresh in my mind. The chaos, the fear, the cries for help that weren't voiced out loud—those that only I could hear.
Ever since then, my secret isn't so secret anymore. My telepathy, once a source of anxiety, has become something else entirely. A t
