CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and blush-pink, mirroring the flames I can summon at will. As twilight descends upon our intertwined territories, the murmurs of the forest grow louder, carrying whispers of a secret no longer confined to the shadows. The secret of Tristan and me.
I stand at the edge of the village, my boots pressing into the damp earth. My heart beats an erratic rhythm, anticipating confrontation, expecting disappointment or anger from my packmates. But none comes.
"Have you heard?" Daisy, one of my packmates, approaches me with a casualness that belies the gravity of what she's about to disclose. "Everyone knows about you and Tristan."
My gut clenches, waiting for the backlash, but it never arrives. Instead, h
