Rowan's P.O.V.
Peace was a strange thing. A welcome, long-awaited thing—but strange nonetheless.
For as long as I could remember, my life had been spent fighting, strategizing, and ensuring survival. Always watching my back. Always waiting for the next attack. But now, the packhouse was… still. Settled. Almost soft in the way life moved through it.
I leaned against the balcony railing, watching the courtyard below. The morning sun cast a golden glow over the grounds, dappling the earth with light through the trees. Some of the pack warriors were training, though their movements were relaxed, more about maintenance than preparation for war. Others walked freely, talking, laughing—just living.
It had been weeks since the last real threat. Lucian and Lilith’s engagement had only strengthe
