Rowan's P.O.V.
The weight of the pack settled over me like a second skin, heavy but exhilarating. The bond was mine now. The power, the authority—it all coursed through my veins like fire. And yet, as I stood in the center of the pack house, surrounded by wolves who now answered to me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was... off.
I exhaled slowly, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I’d done what was necessary. Damian had grown weak, distracted. He let emotions cloud his judgment, let that girl twist his priorities. And when a leader falters, the pack suffers. I couldn’t let that happen.
Still, I wasn’t blind. Damian and Kiera had returned, slipping in like shadows, their expressions carefully neutral. Too neutral. They thought I didn’t notice, but I saw the way they o
