C16 The Call of the Wolf

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting golden light across the dirt path as Lila and Jace walked in silence. The air was crisp, filled with the earthy scent of damp leaves and pine. Despite the peaceful surroundings, tension hung thick between them.

Jace led the way, his posture alert, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his blade. "We should reach the river by noon," he said