CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE
The laughter of wolves and humans alike wraps around me like a warm cloak, their joy infectious. I stand amidst the throng, a proud Gamma watching as former enemies mingle with the ease of old friends beneath the glistening moon. The Silver Paws Festival, once a solemn affair, now brims with life and unity. Garlands of silver and blue weave through the branches above, twinkling like stars caught in the trees.
I catch sight of Tristan again, his light brown hair catching the firelight as he laughs with a group of my pack's pups. He feels my gaze; his hazel eyes lock onto mine, warmth and an unspoken question flickering within them. My breath catches, and for a moment, it's just us, separated by more than just the crowd.
Despite the revelry, a deep-seated ache blooms w
