Rowan's P.O.V.
The scent of rain lingered in the air, thick and heavy, as I stood at the edge of the pack’s training grounds. The storm from last night had left the earth soft, damp beneath my boots. A good sign. It meant the rogues we’d taken in wouldn’t have an easy time sneaking around if they tried anything stupid.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the tension that had been riding me ever since Lucian and I had our last argument. It hadn’t gone well. It never did. He was stubborn, and so was I. But where he saw a threat to our pack’s stability, I saw an opportunity. More numbers meant more strength. More power. But Lucian didn’t want to hear it.
“Bad mood already?” Raven’s voice slid through my thoughts, light and teasing, but knowing. She always knew.
I glanced over my sh
