CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
The sun dips low, casting a fiery glow over the Silver Paws territory as I make my way to Silas' den. My heart beats in rhythm with the soft crunch of leaves underfoot, and the evening air carries the musk of pine and earth. It's a familiar path, one that's been tread by countless pack members before me, but today it feels different—charged with the weight of what I'm about to propose.
I pause at the entrance, watching Silas' broad silhouette against the backdrop of his den. The fading light filters through his brown hair, setting it ablaze like the embers of a dying fire. He looks up from the map sprawled across his desk, his eyes meeting mine. They're brown too, warm and deep, holding a world of responsibility that he carries on his shoulders.
"Come in, Aria," he sa
