The Alpha’s Stand
The wind was sharp the morning Rowan called the assembly.
Based on the fact that word had spread quickly: every ranked member, every warrior, every scout, and even the outcasts who had begun mingling with the main pack were summoned. The training field pulsed with tension as wolves stood shoulder-to-shoulder beneath the rising sun, uncertain why they'd been called—but knowing it mattered.
At the edge of the stone platform where Rowan often gave orders before hunts or battles, Caleb stood alone for a moment. His figure was firm, chin lifted, but even from a distance, those who watched could sense the storm inside him. Despite the growing support, he was still an omega standing before a power structure not made to accommodate him.
Then the Alpha stepped forward.
Rowan’
