CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The cool night air brushes my cheeks as I follow Torin along the winding forest path, our footsteps muffled by the mossy undergrowth. Moonlight filters through the canopy of ancient trees, casting a silver hue over his brown hair. Alpha Torin, respected leader of the Solar Crest Pack, walks with a quiet confidence that both intimidates and fascinates me.
"Beautiful night," he remarks without turning to look at me. His voice is deep and comforting, resonating through the stillness of the woods.
I nod, my own voice catching in my throat as I reply, "It is." It's rare for us to be alone like this, and an electrifying tension hums between us, charged with unspoken possibilities.
We come to a small clearing, where the moon shines down unfettered by the trees. Torin stops an
