Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Antonio's pov

The wind was a playful whisper amongst the towering pines as it carried the scent of damp earth and pine needles. It was a smell I knew intimately, a smell that had become synonymous with my mine.

I was already seated at the entrance of storm pack when I heard whispers and hushed murmurs in the wind. Tales of a hidden path, a ritual, a chance for a rogue to return to the fold. It was a dangerous path, fraught with trials, tests designed to weed out the unworthy. But I was determined, fuelled by a burning desire to reclaim my rightful place. That throne, the one on my mind must be taken.

I stood at the edge of the clearing, the sunlight filtering through the dense canopy, casting mottled shadows on the forest floor. Before me, a winding path snaked its way into the heart of the woods, disappearing into a thick veil of emerald green. It was a path unseen by ordinary eyes, revealed only by the whispers of the ancient trees themselves. I took a deep breath, the sc