Rowan's P.O.V.
The howl was distant, but unmistakable. It sent a ripple of unease through the pack, though none of them moved. They were still riding high on our success, but I felt it—the tension in the air, the promise of something waiting for us just beyond the trees.
I could feel it deep in my bones. The forest was never truly quiet. It was a reminder that, even in victory, we weren't safe. Not yet.
I clenched my fists at my sides. For a moment, I was lost in the idea of power—the kind that came from knowing the pack was mine. But that howl, that distant call, reminded me just how fleeting it could be. The next challenge could be waiting right around the corner, and I’d have to face it, not just for myself, but for the pack I’d been entrusted to lead.
The wind shifted, tugging at m
