CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The mountain air is cool and crisp, the scent of pine and fresh growth heavy as I make my way to our usual meeting spot. The sun filters through the towering trees in dappled patterns, dancing across the path that Silas and I have worn down over the years with our countless adventures. But today, my steps are heavy, burdened by the weight of the secret I’ve been harboring since last night’s council meeting.
As I round the final bend, I spot Silas leaning casually against a gnarled tree, the shadows playing across his dark blonde hair, which glints like woven gold in the sunlight. His green eyes flicker up to meet mine, and a smile tugs at his lips – that easy, warm smile that has always been my solace. But it falters as he takes in my expression, his hunter's intuition s
