The moment Leo crossed the Sanctuary threshold, the forest air struck Amaya like a wave.
Cold.
Alive.
Wind swept through the silver trees, carrying whispers of magic and the distant scent of snow. Leo held her tightly as he moved, his tail still coiled around her waist for extra support. His pace was swift—silent but powerful—each leap of his feet sending leaves swirling behind them.
Amaya clung to him.
Not because she was afraid of falling.
But because she could feel it.
His heartbeat.
Thunderous, steady, unyielding.
Like a shield wrapped around her entire existence.
"Leo," she murmured softly, lifting her head from his shoulder. "How far is your kingdom?"
He didn't slow.
"Far enough," he said. "We must pass through Silverfang Woods before we reach the northern ridgeline."
"Is it dangerous?"
His jaw tightened.
"Normally? No. It's neutral territory. My people guard the borders, and lesser beasts know better than to challenge a Tiger King."
Amaya's brows knit.
