CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
The air vibrates with the distant thunder of paws against earth, a rhythm that syncs with the frantic beat of my heart. I turn toward the horizon, where the forest breaks into the small clearing we stand in, and brace for what's coming. My breath catches as figures emerge from the shadows of the trees—warriors from Tristan’s pack. They move with lethal grace, a silent promise of the strength they carry.
"Reinforcements," I breathe out, not realizing I'd been holding my breath. Relief surges through me at the sight of them, only to be quickly chased by a ripple of unease. The warriors spread out, taking positions around us, their bodies taut, ready for a fight that has yet to come.
Tristan approaches, his stride confident yet considerate, always aware of the space he oc
