Forging a Stronger Pack
The morning after Kara’s capture dawned cold and grim.
Rowan stood at the center of the main training field, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the wolves gathering around him. His expression was carved from stone. Around him, warriors shifted uneasily, casting furtive glances at Caleb, who stood just behind Rowan’s left shoulder — close enough to signal alliance, distant enough not to distract.
The betrayal had shaken them all. Doubt was a sickness that spread fast through a pack, and if they didn’t act soon, it would rot their foundation from the inside out.
Rowan wouldn’t allow that.
He wouldn't let the fear or suspicion fester. Not anymore.
Today, they would forge themselves anew — or they would fall.
“Listen up!” Rowan barked, his voice cutti
