CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
My heart pounds against my ribcage, a frantic drumbeat echoing the urgency that ripples through my veins. Sweat beads at my brow, despite the evening's cool caress, as I burst into the clearing where my pack congregates. The Silver Paws look up at my approach, their conversations dying like the last whispers of a fading dream.
"Tristan is missing," I pant, sucking in great lungfuls of pine-scented air. Confusion and concern flicker across the faces of my packmates, their green and brown eyes reflecting the crackling bonfire at the center of our gathering space.
Silas strides forward from the crowd, his presence commanding even the shadows to stand at attention. "What happened, Aria?" he asks, his voice steady as the earth beneath our feet.
I swallow hard, pushing awa
