Chapter 87 The Awakening Of Wolves

• The trees stretch tall around us, their thick trunks etched with age-old scars and memories. The air hums with the scent of moss and moonlight, and my bare feet sink softly into the earth as we come to a stop in a clearing hidden deep within the forest.
• Jack pulls off his shirt with one fluid motion, tossing it onto a branch. “You’re not undressing?” he asks, quirking a brow at me, that usual cocky smirk playing on his lips.
• I just cross my arms and smirk right back. “Watch and learn, future king.”