The camp had been quiet for hours. The rogue attacks were finally repelled, but the danger still hung in the air. The pack members were exhausted, nursing wounds, but there was a sense of relief as the adrenaline began to fade. Caleb had returned to the clearing where the fire still burned, though it was now just embers, the flames long gone.
He sat down near the fading warmth of the fire, his thoughts swirling in the aftermath of the battle. The pain in his arm was throbbing, but it wasn’t just his physical wounds that hurt. His heart was heavy, the weight of the past few days pressing down on him.
It was hard to ignore the way Rowan’s presence made him feel. He had spent years carrying the pain of rejection, the betrayal of being cast aside by the man he had loved. But tonight... tonig
