CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
The last of the embers from the bonfire flicker out, casting long shadows across the clearing where the celebration had taken place. Traces of laughter still linger in the air, remnants of a night that should have left me feeling elated. But as the pack disperses, the sense of unease gnawing at my insides is impossible to ignore.
"Can we talk?" Tristan's voice reaches me through the darkness, his tone serious. The scent of pine and fresh earth clings to him as he steps into the faint moonlight. I nod and follow him to the edge of the clearing where the forest begins, away from the dying light and prying ears.
"About Silas," he starts, hazel eyes searching mine for something I'm not ready to reveal. "What's going on with you two?"
I take a deep breath, tasting the co
