Chapter 67

Royal's POV

As we descended the grand staircase, I marveled at the architectural beauty of the pack house. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting the history and traditions of the Silver Lining pack. The air held a faint scent of pine, a reminder of the vast forest that surrounded us.

We reached the ground floor, and Rico led me toward the front entrance. As we stepped outside, the cool night air kissed my skin, and I used my hands to keep myself warm until Rico draped a jacket over me and I hugged it tighter around me. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the expansive grounds.

We began our leisurely walk, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet providing a rhythmic soundtrack to our conversation. Rico pointed out various landmarks as we strolled, sharing stories of the pack's history and notable events that had taken place within these grounds.

"The ancient tree over there," Rico gestured towards a massive tree with gnarled branches, "is sa