The Pack's Heart
The air smelled of fresh pine and earth, the scent of the forest lingering on the cool breeze. Caleb stood at the edge of the training ground, watching as the younger wolves sparred. Their movements were sharp and fluid, their bodies in perfect sync with the rhythms of the wild. It reminded him of when he was young, of the days when he had been a part of something bigger, before everything had fallen apart.
The pack had grown quiet after Rowan’s victory. There was a fragile peace, but it was still unclear whether that peace would last. The older wolves respected Rowan, but they were watching him, testing his leadership. The real question lay with the younger wolves. They were the future, the ones who would carry the pack forward. They were also the ones most affected by
