Chapter 212

Caleb's grip on her tightened, offering silent reassurance. Yet, as they approached what seemed to be the center of the pack, the atmosphere grew even more oppressive. Marisol felt as if the very air she breathed carried the weight of the pack's collective anguish. She struggled to find her voice, attempting to speak through the suffocating fear. "Caleb, something's terribly wrong here," she managed to choke out, her words barely audible. He held her tightly, trying to offer some semblance of comfort. "No. This is Redwood. Nothing's wrong." Marisol couldn't believe her ears. She tried and failed to draw a breath. "Caleb, this doesn't look normal. Are you sure everything is okay?" Marisol's voice quivered. She clung to him for support, her eyes searching his face for reassurance. Caleb offered a small smile. "Marisol, not every pack is like the Dark Moon. Redwood has faced hardships for a long time. It's been a struggle, but we're working to make it better." Marisol gulped. What did he