The Escape
The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and the pungent musk of the rogue camp. Rowan’s heart thundered in his chest as he sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors, his wolf’s instincts guiding him through the chaos. He could feel Caleb’s presence, faint but unmistakable, just beyond his reach. His mate was close. So close.
His thoughts were a blur of desperation, anger, and hope. The moment he’d realized Caleb had been taken, the moment he’d heard the news of his capture, something inside him had snapped. The fear of losing Caleb again, of never having the chance to make things right, was unbearable.
But he wasn’t going to lose him. Not this time.
Rowan’s senses were heightened, his eyes scanning every shadow, every movement. The rogue camp was large and heavil
