Hold the Line
Rowan’s POV
The sky cracked open with thunder as if the gods themselves were holding their breath.
I stood at the crest of the ridge overlooking our territory. Below, the trees rippled with wind and the scent of blood hung like a promise on the air. We were moments from war. The rogues had gathered in full force—dozens, maybe hundreds—emerging from the shadows they'd hidden in for too long. And now they wanted what was ours.
Not just the land.
They wanted to tear apart the fragile hope we’d built. They wanted to punish us for daring to dream of something better.
I wouldn’t let them.
Behind me, my wolves waited. Young warriors, seasoned fighters, and the Crescent Fang—Caleb’s outcasts—now trained and unified, stood shoulder to shoulder with my own. It was strange, in a
