CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
The air vibrates with the hum of anticipation, and I can almost taste the excitement in the breeze. My pack, the Silver Paws, bustle around like a colony of diligent ants, preparing for the celebration that marks the turn of seasons. I weave through the throngs of my kin, feeling the crackle of my latent fire abilities tingling at my fingertips, a gentle reminder of the power that courses through my veins.
"Can you believe it, Tristan?" I say, beaming up at him as we slip away from the chaos and into the quieter edge of our territory where the trees whisper secrets only shifters can understand. The forest is alive with the sounds of nightlife, but there's a serenity here that calms the storm within me. "The whole pack is abuzz. It's going to be a night to remember!"
