CHAPTER SIXTY
The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs as we cross the invisible border into Silver Paws territory. Beside me, Tristan's presence is a steady thrum of warmth, and I can't help but cast him a sidelong glance. We've been traveling side by side for days, and yet there's an unfamiliar energy between us—a current that hadn't been there before.
"Almost there," I say, trying to focus on the path ahead. The trees stand tall and watchful, guardians of our sacred land. The rustling leaves whisper secrets, and I feel them resonate within me, a reminder that I am home.
Tristan nods, his hazel eyes catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. A wry smile touches his lips, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's kind and perceptive, but right now, he's also a
