Chapter Sixty–eight:
The forest breathed with a heavy, ancient rhythm as the clan moved through the dense undergrowth. The next day brought no sunlight, only a pale, milky haze that filtered through the thick canopy, turning the woods into a cathedral of grey light. Luna led them, her stride effortless and predatory, but her mind was a labyrinth of ghosts. Every tree, every jagged rock, and every bend in the shallow stream was a trigger, pulling her back into a past that felt as though it belonged to someone else.
