CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
The scent of pine and damp earth fills my nostrils as Silas leads me away from the rest of the pack, his long strides silent against the forest floor. We're far enough now that the sounds of our kin—soft growls, the rustle of leaves—fade into a distant murmur, replaced by the whispering trees that stand sentinel around us. The canopy above is a patchwork of green and gold, filtering the late afternoon light into a soft glow that dances across Silas's features.
"Are you sure about this, Aria?" Silas's voice is low, the timber resonating in the small clearing we've stopped in. He turns to face me, his gaze intense, searching. "Reaching out to the Shadow Tail pack could be more dangerous than you realize."
I clench my fists at my sides, feeling the warmth of the fire wit
