Rowan's P.O.V.
The crisp night air filled my lungs as I ran through the woods, my paws thudding against the earth in a steady rhythm. I shifted hours ago, seeking the solace only my wolf form could provide. After the council meeting, I needed to clear my head. The pack’s distrust of Kiera—and by extension, me—was a heavy weight. I wasn’t a saint, not by a long shot, but for the first time in years, I wanted to prove I could be better. For Kiera.
She was my Luna, whether or not she’d ever forgive me for the past. Damian had claimed her, and she was carrying his child now. Yet, that didn’t change the fact that I owed her. I’d betrayed her, humiliated her. If there was even a shred of redemption left for me, it lay in protecting her from whatever Lila had planned.
The forest stretched endl
