Chapter 4
265 Words
Rowan tried to forget what Damien had said.
But the words followed them the entire day.
Your secret.
Rowan had no secret.
They were just… Rowan.
Quiet. Unimportant. Easy to overlook.
Yet somehow the entire pack had begun looking at them differently.
By afternoon, Rowan escaped to the training grounds with fresh bandages. Wolves sparred across the clearing, claws flashing as they practiced fighting techniques.
Rowan usually waited until training ended before treating injuries.
Today they weren’t so lucky.
Two wolves slammed into each other violently near the center of the clearing. Their growls turned sharp, dangerous.
This wasn’t training anymore.
It was a real fight.
“Stop!” someone shouted.
Neither wolf listened.
One shifted halfway, claws extending as rage consumed him.
Rowan’s chest tightened.
Everyone backed away.
A wolf lost to rage was dangerous.
“Someone get the Alpha!” another wolf yelled.
But Rowan moved first.
They didn’t know why.
They stepped forward carefully.
“Hey,” Rowan said softly.
The raging wolf turned toward them, eyes glowing with wild fury.
Gasps erupted around the clearing.
“Rowan, stop!”
But Rowan kept walking.
Slowly.
Calmly.
“It’s okay,” Rowan whispered.
The wolf lunged—
Rowan reached out instinctively and touched his arm.
The change was instant.
The wolf froze.
The rage drained from his expression like water slipping through cracks.
His claws retracted.
His breathing slowed.
Silence spread across the clearing.
No one moved.
The most violent wolf in the pack had just… calmed down.
Because Rowan touched him.
And across the clearing—
Two Alphas had been watching everything.
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