Chapter 29 Silverclaw Wolves

• The journey deeper into the Heartwood was treacherous. The trees grew taller, their branches twisting unnaturally as if they were alive, reaching toward the group as they ventured forward. The air felt heavier with every step, the atmosphere thick with an ancient energy that pulsed through the forest.
• Ryan, though still healing, kept pace with Lyra. His gaze never wavered from the path ahead, but his mind was on the strange feeling tugging at the edges of his consciousness. He could sense the forest’s shifting energy more acutely than before, as if the magic of the heartwood had left a lingering mark on him.
• “This place is different,” Kylan muttered, breaking the silence. “It’s like the deeper we go, the more the forest reacts to us.”