Chapter 75
Scarlet
I step into the pack's forest, and the air grows noticeably cooler. The rustling of leaves and twigs underfoot echoes around me, and the trees tower high above me, their branches reaching up to the sky like arms, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. The forest is dense with foliage, and the occasional beam of sunlight peeking through the leaves illuminates small pockets of the forest floor.
As I walk deeper into the woods, the sounds of the outside world fade away, replaced by the chirping of birds and the soft gurgling of a nearby stream. The smell of damp earth and fallen leaves permeates the air, mixed with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and the sharp tang of pine needles.
And then, finally, I reached the lake. It's just as I remembered it: a peaceful o
