Torn Between Duty and Desire
Rowan sat in the Alpha’s office, the scent of pine and earth filling the room through the open window. The steady creak of the wind against the old wooden beams of the packhouse was the only sound that accompanied his thoughts. Outside, the pack was still waking, their movements purposeful but slow as they prepared for another day of training, patrols, and the endless duties that came with leading a fractured pack.
He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, but time felt like it was slipping through his fingers. His fingers drummed absently against the wooden desk in front of him as his mind wandered, torn between the weight of his responsibilities and the pull that Caleb had on him.
It had been days since Caleb returned to the pack—days since their
