Chapter 15
#Rowan
The bear moved like a landslide. Slow until it wasn’t.
I circled him, paws sinking into damp grass, breath steady. The air between us was heavy with the scent of morning: pine sap, wet earth and the metallic tang of anticipation. Thorne had been gone for years, but time hadn’t dulled him. Still broad as a wall. Still fighting like the ground belonged to him.
My wolf bristled, not from dislike but from challenge.
Jackson’s voice cut across the clearing. “Two lengths of the field. No maiming.” I showed my teeth. Thorne’s answer was a deep, rolling sound that was almost a laugh.
And then… her.
Harper’s scent carried on the wind before I heard her. Warm skin, coffee, and the faintest echo of magic she refused to claim. My wolf’s focus flickered. He didn’t like her here
