Chapter 167 The Sentence Of Enternity

• VICENTE’S POV
• The air in the high peaks of the Silverpine Ridge territory was different from the heavy, humid atmosphere of North America. It was thin, piercingly cold, and carried the ancient, unyielding scent of stone, pine, and centuries of apex history.
• The central amphitheater of the pack heartland was completely packed. Hundreds of wolves had gathered under the gray Spanish sky, standing shoulder-to-shoulder on the tiered stone steps that had seen the rise and fall of dynasties.