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Chapter Fifty-Six- The Silver Wolf Runs Free

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-05-11 14:51:42

Three weeks into the north, I went into the forest alone.

Not on the morning run. Not with Davan or Aurora or any of the quiet, unhurried presence of the pack's daily rhythm that I had been learning to move within. Alone. In the late afternoon, when the winter light was going gold and horizontal through the spruce and the pack grounds had settled into the particular quiet of the hours between the day's work and the evening meal.

I told no one.

That was new too. In the Blackwood pack I had not g
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