CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
The dense forest is alive with the whispers of twilight, shadows stretching like dark fingers across the mossy floor. I stand there, my heart thrumming in my chest as I take in Silas's towering form. He leans against an old oak, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and piercing beneath the hooded canopy of leaves. The air between us crackles with an energy that goes beyond our pack bond—it's electric, charged with a tension that neither of us has dared to address.
"Silas," Magnolia begins, her voice slicing through the silence like a knife. Her eyes are wide, flickering with an intensity that immediately puts me on edge. "Aria and I, we saw Tristan... he was talking to some rogues."
I can feel Silas’s attention snap to me, his protective instincts as Alpha kicking into hig
