Rowan's P.O.V.
The weight of defeat is a heavy thing. It's suffocating, like being buried alive under the rubble of everything you've built, everything you've believed in. And as I stand here, watching them—them—reveling in their power, their victory over me, I realize something that I never could have imagined: I've lost.
Damian and Kiera. The rightful alpha and Luna. Not me.
I thought I had them, thought I could bend them to my will. Kiera was weak, broken. I’d seen it in her eyes the first time we crossed paths. She was no threat. And yet, here she is, standing tall with that fierce glow in her eyes, the entire pack bowing to her as though she was born for this.
But it wasn’t her power alone that struck me. No, it was him—Damian. The one I thought I had under control. The one I thou
