CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
The crisp air nips at my skin as I lead Tristan through the Silver Paws packgrounds, a sprawling expanse of nature that has cradled my life since birth. The scent of pine and fresh earth fills my nostrils, a fragrance as familiar as my own heartbeat. Sunlight filters through the canopy in dappled patterns, casting a warm glow on the forest floor. Underneath our feet, the ground is a tapestry of fallen leaves and moss, whispering stories with each step we take.
"Here," I say, gesturing to the wide clearing where members of my pack train. "We spar and strengthen our bonds, preparing for anything that threatens our home." My voice is steady, but inside, embers of pride k****e. This is my sanctuary, my responsibility as Gamma—and now, it’s an open book to Tristan.
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