The Outcasts' Rise
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver sheen over the training grounds as the pack drifted into restless slumber. Yet Caleb stood awake at the outskirts, his gaze drawn beyond the tidy lines of tents and sleeping bodies toward the shadowed woods.
Out there, past the campfires’ glow, lingered the ones no one spoke about—the wolves who belonged, technically, but who didn’t fit. The weak. The broken. The ones blamed for every failure and left out of every strategy.
The outcasts.
Caleb knew their pain too well. He had once been exactly like them.
No, worse—he had been the enemy.
He drew in a slow, cold breath, squaring his shoulders. Rowan’s efforts were transforming the main body of the pack, but if they left the stragglers behind, they were building their fut
