Chapter 14: Forbidden Alliances

My hands trembled as I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself, trying to shake off the chill that had settled deep in my bones.

The night’s events weighed heavily on my mind—Lysa’s betrayal, the secret meeting, Rowan’s unexpected intervention—it was all too much to process.

But the one thing I couldn’t ignore was the urgency in Rowan’s voice as he led me back to the packhouse.

Once inside, we didn’t head to our respective rooms. Instead, Rowan guided me to a small, unused room on the second floor.

It was dark and dusty, a place long forgotten by the rest of the pack, and it reeked of secrecy. I had a feeling whatever he was about to tell me would change everything.

“Sit,” Rowan said, his voice firm but not unkind.

I obeyed, perching on the edge of an old armchair that creaked under my weight. He remained standing, his eyes scanning the room as if making sure we were truly alone.

After a moment, he began to pace, his jaw clenched in thought.

“Rowan,” I finally broke the