Rowan's P.O.V.
After I left, there was nothing. No pack, no purpose—just an empty shell of who I once was. My heart had been shredded, and my pride was nothing but ash. I wandered, aimless, the weight of Kiera’s rejection bearing down on me with each step. But I wasn’t broken, not completely. I knew I could rebuild myself, and that’s exactly what I did.
I found them—strays, rogues, wolves who had been cast aside by their packs, just like I had been. They were angry, lost, and hungry for revenge—exactly what I needed. The hunger for power was a dangerous thing, and I fed it, drawing them in with promises of vengeance, of taking what they’d lost.
They followed me, one by one, as I carved out a new family—a family built on nothing but the desire for destruction. I’d convinced them that if
