ROWAN’S POV
The Silver Moon compound sprawled beneath me, a patchwork of neat houses and trimmed lawns, all lit up by the morning sun.
I stood at the window of my office, jaw clenched, as I watched Lila’s family’s new house. It was a nice place—modern, big, with a wraparound porch.
I’d given it to them as a peace offering. As a promise.
Now, it mocked me.
I strode across the yard, boots thudding on the frozen grass. My enforcers flanked me, silent as shadows.
Pack members paused in their chores, eyes following me with a mixture of fear and curiosity.
I didn’t knock. I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the wall. Lila’s mother jumped, dropping a mug.
Her father straightened, face pale.
“Rowan Darius my dear,” her mother started, voice trembling. “We already told you—”
