Chapter 63

Rowan's POV

The morning sun barely crept over the horizon when the entire rogue camp erupted in celebration. Wolves were howling, beating drums made from hollowed logs, and passing around bottles of whatever alcohol they'd managed to scavenge or steal over the past weeks.

I sat near my medical tent watching the chaos unfold while my mind kept drifting back to Diana. The image of her kneeling beside the Lycan King's bleeding body was burned into my memory and I couldn't stop replaying ...