Grason’s POV
The moon hung low, casting its pale light over the clearing where we stood waiting for Alpha Rowan. The trees around us whispered in the wind, their shadows dancing across the ground. I shifted my weight, glancing at Mason beside me. His jaw was clenched, his eyes focused on the dark forest beyond. We were both on edge, anxious about what was to come.
We had finally managed to get a meeting with Alpha Rowan, the one person who might have answers about Faith. He had helped us before, and I was hoping he’d be able to do it again. But this time, things felt different—more dangerous, more uncertain.
A rustle in the trees caught my attention, and a moment later, Alpha Rowan stepped into the clearing. He was tall, his presence commanding, with a calm, steady gaze that seemed to t
