Roots and Wings
(Mixed POV – Primarily Rowan’s with Caleb interludes)
Three Moons Later
The valley no longer murmured with unrest—it sang.
Rowan stood atop the eastern ridge where the wind used to howl like a warning. Now it carried the scent of wildflowers, baked bread, and warm smoke from the forges and dens below. Laughter drifted up from the riverside. The training grounds rang not with war-cries, but the rhythm of synchronized movement, cooperation, and joy.
This was no longer just a pack.
It was a home.
And for the first time since he'd become Alpha, Rowan could say he’d built something worth staying for—not just defending.
“Education first,” Caleb said, his voice clear and calm as he unrolled a set of rough-hewn scrolls across the council table.
Rowan leaned over his should
