Chapter 15: THE AWAKENING OF ROWAN
The storm had passed, but Chicago was far from calm. Smoke curled from the ruins of shattered buildings, acrid and bitter in the air. The streets were littered with debris, twisted metal, broken concrete, shattered glass. The city groaned beneath the weight of destruction, but among the ruins, life stirred.
Kevin crouched atop a crumbled rooftop, his wolf form bristling beneath his skin. Golden eyes scanned the horizon, senses straining. He could feel it, the presence of something massive, powerful, and dark moving through the city.
“They’re coming,” he muttered, his voice low, almost a growl.
Rwanda appeared silently beside him, as if she had been there all along. Her crimson eyes glimmered in the dim light, her aura sharp and controlled. “Not just
