CHAPTER SEVENTY
The celebration throbs around me, a pulsing heartbeat of music and laughter from my pack, the Silver Paws. I weave through clusters of dancing wolves, their bodies shifting fluidly between human and animal forms as they revel in the moonlight. A canopy of stars blankets the night sky, winking at us with ancient light, affirming our sacred connection to this forest.
I'm caught up in the moment, the joy of my people, when Silas's strong hand gently encircles my wrist, pulling me away from the festivities. The Alpha's touch sends an unfamiliar shiver down my spine, a mixture of surprise and anticipation stirring within me. He leads me to the outskirts of the clearing, where the clamor fades into a distant echo, replaced by the symphony of rustling leaves and nocturnal creatu
