CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
The scent of earth and pine clings to the night air as Tristan leads me through the dense forest, his strides purposeful. Moonlight filters through the thick canopy above, casting a silver glow on his tousled light brown hair. I keep pace beside him, my senses sharpened, aware of the gravity this meeting holds for my pack—the Silver Paws.
"Nearly there," Tristan murmurs, glancing back at me with those perceptive hazel eyes. They hold an apologetic gleam, as if he's sorry for bringing me into the lion's—or rather, wolf's—den. But I chose this. For my pack.
The Shadow Tail territory is shrouded in mystery, its boundaries marked by darkened totems that seem to absorb the very light around them. It’s unsettling, but I push the feeling down, focusing on the task ahead. Tr
