Rowan's P.O.V.
I paced back and forth in the living room, the weight of everything gnawing at me. The walls felt smaller with each step, and I couldn’t shake the frustration boiling in my gut. Lucian. Damn him. He thought he knew best, always had to be the one in charge, but this—this was different. And I wasn’t going to let him drag me down with it.
Raven’s calm voice cut through the storm inside me. “Rowan, calm down. It’s not helping to storm around.”
I stopped, running a hand through my hair. “I’m calm,” I snapped, though the words didn’t sound very convincing. “I’m furious. You don’t understand, Raven. This isn’t just some petty argument between brothers. This is about our future. About the pack.”
She moved closer, her fingers lightly brushing my shoulders, her presence a quiet an
