CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
The cool evening air nips at my bare arms as I weave through the dense forest, the silver moonlight casting shadows on the forest floor. Leaves crunch underfoot, betraying our presence to any creature attuned to the sounds of the night. Beside me, Tristan moves with a grace that belies his strength, his light brown hair a phantom wisp in the dark.
"Patrols are doubled from tonight," I say, my voice a low murmur meant only for his ears. "Alpha's orders."
Tristan nods, his gaze sweeping the shadowed terrain with an alertness that speaks of experience. "Makes sense. The rogue wolves are growing bolder by the day."
Our steps synch as we navigate the twisted roots and thick underbrush, a silent dance perfected by countless patrols together. His proximity is a constant pu
