Rowan's P.O.V.
The fire crackled in the distance, the only sound keeping me company as I sat at the edge of our makeshift camp. Raven was nearby, her form a shadow under the moon, always so still, so quiet. I could sense her, feel her eyes on me without needing to look. She was a part of this now, her energy slowly syncing with the pulse of our new pack.
I had my doubts about adding her, but her healing abilities had proven too useful to ignore. Her methods were unorthodox—almost otherworldly in their precision—but they worked. That was all I cared about.
She approached cautiously, as she always did, her footsteps silent in the dark. I didn’t need her to speak for me to know what was on her mind.
“How long do we wait?” she asked, her voice steady but with a quiet edge that matched the
