CHAPTER EIGHTY - NINE - THE SECRETS OF HIS HOME.

Mateo gazed out the window as the car wound its way through the rolling hills and dense forests, the scenery a blur of greens and browns. Rafael drove in silence, sensing Mateo's turbulent emotions. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, a familiar aroma that transported Mateo back to a time when life was simpler. As they left the bustling city of Navarre behind, the landscape transformed into one of rugged beauty, with towering trees and sparkling streams that flowed like lifeblood through the heart of the wilderness. His home pack's territory. Hidden from human eyes. Maybe not exactly hidden, but definitely isolated from the human world, unfolded like a secret world, full of ancient secrets and untold stories. Mateo's thoughts drifted to his parents - whose tragic ending had driven him away from this very land. Memories of laughter, warmth, and guidance flooded his mind, mingling with the ache of their loss. He recalled the countless nights spent