The Rise of the Outcast
Caleb’s POV
They looked at me like I was something they hadn’t seen before.
Not because I was powerful. Not because I’d suddenly become someone else overnight.
But because I stood without apology.
The clearing outside the eastern border of Rowan’s territory was little more than a hollow pocket of forest surrounded by jagged stone. It had once been a dumping ground—an exile zone for wolves the pack didn’t want to claim. Omegas who didn’t bend. Rogues who'd begged for amnesty and were denied. Wolves too injured to be “useful.”
And here I stood. One of them. No longer hiding it.
Dozens of eyes watched me—suspicious, bitter, curious. Some remembered me from before. Some only knew me as Rowan’s “pet Omega,” or worse, his “weakness.”
Let them.
Because I wasn’t he
