A Bridge Between Worlds
The sun was just beginning to rise when Caleb stepped into the ancient circle of stones nestled deep in the forest, a place where the veil between pack law and outlaw survival blurred like morning mist. Shadows moved between trees—watchful, cautious, some hostile. The scent of mistrust hung in the air like smoke.
They came because he called.
Outcasts. Rogues. Exiles. Wolves who had been broken by the system, cast aside by Alphas who saw weakness in difference, in defiance, in failure. But Caleb? He was one of them once. And now, they waited—ready to hear what he had to say.
“I’m not here as Rowan’s mate,” Caleb began, voice carrying over the low wind. “And I’m not here as a representative of the Hollow Moon pack. I’m here because I remember what it was like to b
