CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
The pulse of the celebration thrums through the clearing, vibrant and alive. Laughter melds with the rhythmic beating of a drum as paws and feet alike dance upon the grass, worn smooth from years of festivals. The scent of pine and the tang of wildflowers fills my nostrils as I watch the members of my pack, the Silver Paws, twirl and leap around the bonfire, its flames l*****g the night sky hungrily.
"Care to join me for a dance, Aria?"
Silas's voice is smooth as river stones, and I turn to find him standing there, tall and assured, his brown eyes holding the warmth of our bonfire. There's an invitation in his gaze, one that stirs the embers in my own blood. My Gamma instincts balk at the idea of vulnerability, but the challenge in his smile sparks something different
