The firelight flickered against the rocky walls of the cave they had taken shelter in for the night. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, carrying with it the distant sounds of the wilderness. Caleb sat against the far wall, his body taut with tension, his arms wrapped around himself as if that could somehow contain the chaos raging inside him.
He could feel it—an unmistakable pull, a slow-burning fire that refused to be extinguished. It curled beneath his skin, a reminder of what he had lost and what still remained, despite everything.
Rowan.
The name alone sent a shiver down his spine, though he would never admit it. The Alpha sat across from him, sharpening a knife with slow, deliberate movements, his face unreadable in the dim light. They had been traveling together for days
