“No Longer Other
(Mixed POV – Primarily Caleb’s and Rowan’s)
One Month After the New Alpha Ceremony
The snow had melted. Spring crept into the valley with cautious steps—soft moss returning to the riverbanks, the air humming with birdsong and old magic.
And still, the tension hummed underneath it all.
Unity had been declared. Oaths sworn. Traditions rewritten.
But integration?
Integration was personal.
It wasn’t a declaration, or a vote. It was a daily choice to trust. To belong. To let strangers eat beside you at the fire and walk through your dens without your hackles rising.
The new pack existed in name.
But it was time to make it real.
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Caleb’s POV – First Steps
Caleb stood on the hill above the eastern quarter—what had once been the outcast wolves’ encampment. Ragged t
