CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
The scent of fresh blooms and the hum of celebration fill the air as I weave through the throngs of jubilant wolves. Spring has unfurled its verdant fingers over our lands, and with it comes the festival that Silas, our Alpha and my heart's passionate yearning, has meticulously planned. It’s not just any gathering; it's a grand affair where packs from all corners are breaking bread under the waxing moon. The Silver Paws territory is alive with color and light, lanterns strung between trees and petals strewn across pathways.
I glance up to see Silas moving with an ease that belies his status, laughing deeply with an elder from the northern pack. His brown hair seems to catch the flickering lights, and his eyes, when they meet mine, are filled with an emotion I can't qu
