Rowan's P.O.V.
The night air was sharp, carrying the weight of something I couldn’t ignore. It started as a whisper through the trees, a distant tremor beneath my feet. Then came the howls—low, unrelenting, filled with something raw and ancient.
A warning.
I stiffened, my fingers curling into fists. I wasn’t part of them anymore. That power, that bond—it shouldn’t mean anything to me. And yet, as the night pulsed with something vast, something primal, I felt it. A pull in my gut, in my very bones.
Kiera.
My wolves flinched. The two who followed me, who still saw me as their Alpha, suddenly seemed uncertain. Their instincts betrayed them, their eyes flickering toward the east—toward her.
"Rowan," one of them muttered, his voice uneasy. "Do you feel that?"
I bared my teeth, refusing t
