POV: Kaleb

It had been six months.

Six months since I rejected Moira and she ran away from this pack.

I sat at the head of the war room table, shoulders squared but weighed down like granite.

Around me the pack’s best warriors, trackers, and Elders argued, voices overlapping, sharp and growing sharper.

“The rogues were spotted again northeast border this time,” Gamma Xavier was saying, jabbing a finger at the territory map spread across the table.

“They attacked a night ...