POV: Callum Brennan
Location: The Rookeries
Time: Next Day
Word spreads fast in the Rookeries. By morning, every packless wolf knows what happened. Callum Brennan killed two of Cormac's enforcers. Defended Isla's shelter. Stood up to pack authority.
Suddenly, I'm famous. Or infamous. Depending on who you ask.
Wolves I've never met approach me on the street. Some offer congratulations. Some offer warnings. Some just want to see the wolf who killed pack enforcers.
I'm walking to the fighting pits when a fae-touched wolf falls into step beside me. Male, maybe late twenties, moving with the fluid grace that marks fae blood.
"Callum Brennan. I'm Tom. Tom the Cracksman." He's got the accent of Seelie Court refugees. "I heard about last night. Impressive work. Prison made you dangerous."
