Rowan's P.O.V.
The moment I saw Silas step into the clearing, every muscle in my body tensed. I could feel the collective shift of the pack behind me, a ripple of unease running through the wolves who’d gathered to watch the confrontation unfold.
Silas. That damn Alpha. The rogue who’d torn apart everything I once knew, everything I had believed in. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him, the memories of his betrayal surfacing all too easily.
He was standing there, as calm as ever, with his pack of rogues lurking behind him like shadows. I could see the glint of their eyes in the low light, watching us with barely concealed hostility. It was as though they were waiting for someone—no, something—to break.
Damian, ever the steadfast leader, was the first to speak, his voice a l
