Rowan’s P.O.V.
I should’ve left when I had the chance. When Lila had shifted into that grotesque form and unleashed her creatures, I’d seen the writing on the wall. She wasn’t just playing games anymore—she was all-in. And yet, here I was, standing outside the packhouse, shunned, humiliated, but unable to leave.
The howl that tore through the air sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t one of the creatures from before. This was something worse, something ancient. I didn’t need to see the pack’s reaction to know they felt it too.
The first creature lunged from the treeline—a massive, hulking thing with eyes like burning embers and claws that raked the earth as it charged. The pack erupted into chaos, wolves shifting and moving to form a defensive line.
I caught sight of Lila in the dista
