Rowan's P.O.V.
The forest erupted with chaos. Howls pierced the night, mingling with the growls and snarls of wolves locked in combat. The rogues were back, fiercer than ever, their relentless aggression testing the strength of our pack. I tore through the fray, my claws raking across an enemy wolf’s flank before spinning to meet the next threat.
But even amidst the blood and fury, my focus kept drifting—my eyes searching for them.
There they were.
My father, Damian, moved like a force of nature, his attacks swift and precise. Beside him, Kiera was a whirlwind of grace and fury. Her wolf leaped and dodged with deadly elegance, her movements perfectly synchronized with Damian’s. They fought as if they were two halves of a single being, their coordination seamless, their bond unmistakabl
