The Discovery
It was late at night when Rowan sat by the campfire, the distant sounds of Caleb’s pack slowly quieting as the wolves settled in. He couldn’t sleep. The uneasy truce between him and Caleb had calmed the immediate tension, but something gnawed at him, a feeling that there was more at play than rogue attacks and fractured alliances.
“Alpha,” Marcus’s voice broke through his thoughts. Rowan looked up to see his beta approach, holding an old leather-bound book. “We found this in the rogues’ camp we raided last week. I thought you’d want to see it.”
Rowan took the book, the worn leather cool under his fingers. “What is it?”
“It’s some kind of journal,” Marcus said, sitting beside him. “Most of it’s gibberish, but there’s a section that caught my attention—something about a ‘se
