The dense, sun-dappled forest was Apollo’s sanctuary, a place where he could shed the weight of his responsibilities and connect with the wild. The scent of damp earth and the rustle of leaves filled his senses, a soothing balm to his troubled mind. However, beneath the tranquility, a sense of unease lingered. A nagging feeling that something was amiss, a darkness creeping into the heart of the Half Moon Pack. This was the reason why he stayed so near. He didn’t want Royce to be left without support when the time came to confront Ruiz about whatever wrong-doing he was responsible for.
Apollo moved silently through the dense forest, his senses heightened. The air was thick with the scent of prey, a tempting distraction from the growing unease in his mind.
As the sun began its descent, Ap
