Rowan
The discussion around the table grew heavier as the patrol reports continued.
“They have not crossed fully into our territory yet,” Ulath said at last.
His voice was low and rough, like stone grinding against stone, and the entire room quieted the moment he spoke.
Ulath did not speak often. When he did, every wolf listened.
He sat opposite me, broader and more compact than most Alphas. He was thick through the shoulders and chest, built like something carved from mountain rock rather than born. His dark hair fell in wild, uneven waves around his face, and a jagged scar ran from his temple down toward his jaw before disappearing beneath his beard.
His battle helm rested on the table beside him. It was forged from darkened steel and fitted with curved black horns that arched outw
