The Alpha’s Captive
The moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold, silver light across the forest clearing. Caleb’s breath came in shallow, ragged gasps as he moved swiftly between the trees, his senses on high alert. The rogues were close—too close. He could feel their presence like a shadow creeping at the edges of his consciousness, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. The bond with Rowan pulsed faintly, but it was too distant, too weak in this moment, as if the distance between them was a physical thing.
Caleb knew the rogues were coming for him. They wanted him. The reason was clear—the bond. It was a weapon in their eyes, a way to cripple Rowan, to tear apart the unity of the pack. They knew that if they captured Caleb, they could break not just his spirit but Rowan
