Chapter 81. White Poison in the Treehouses

Celeste’s POV

“Treehouses!” I whispered in awe as I took in our surroundings.

The entire village seemed suspended among the branches, wooden platforms and dwellings woven into the living trunks of ancient trees. It felt impossible that anyone could live this way, so high above the forest floor. At every level, carved wooden steps led from one treehouse to the next, while sturdy vines had been tied into makeshift railways to allow the more agile werewolves to glide swiftly between homes.

A few pack members, already in full wolf form, scrambled up the bark with astonishing ease. Their claws must have been razor-sharp to grip the smooth wood and leap from branch to branch without missing a beat.

Nyra’s ears perked up at the sight. She practically vibrated with excitement, her tail flicking. “I want to climb up there!” she yipped. She crouched into her wolf stance, ready to spring skyward. But as she bounded forward, a booming voice shattered the moment.