Chapter 68

Torin

My paw pounds on the soft forest floor as the wind brushes against my thick black fur. Each breath I draw is crisp and filled with a thousand scents of the forest. I revel in them all—the moss on the damp rocks, the sap weeping slowly down a nearby pine tree, and the river.

My senses are flooded as my body works hard to move through the woods. Everything is clear. Everything