Rowan's P.O.V.
I could feel the weight of the pack's eyes on me.
It wasn’t new—the responsibility, the watchful stares, the expectations—but with Caelum now in hiding, Kiera in the city, and Damian's absence, the stakes were higher than they had ever been. Lucian stood beside me as we walked down the path toward the pack grounds, his presence a reminder that we were in this together.
There was something unspoken between us—this understanding that while our leadership was new, we were brothers first. We’d always been different. Lucian was sharp, direct, and had that undeniable charisma that made wolves want to follow him. Me? I was a little quieter, more observant, but no less confident in my ability to guide.
Together, we worked.
Lucian shot me a sideways glance, the familiar smirk pl
