Chapter 40 Bond With The Red Moon Pack

• The camp was quiet that evening, the sky draped in a soft twilight. I had finally washed off the day’s sweat and dirt, feeling a rare moment of calm as I sat by the small fire I’d built just outside my tent. The flames flickered, casting a warm glow, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I allowed myself to relax. But just as I settled into the silence, I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to see Sheila, her face framed by the dim firelight.
• Sheila had an energy about her—sharp, lively, and a bit intimidating. She was one of the best fighters in the Red Moon Pack, with a reputation for her agility and precise strikes. She’d been with the rogues for years, and she was practically a legend among them. I admired her, but we’d rarely spoken one-on-one.
• “Mind if I join you?” she asked, her voice casual but her eyes studying me closely.