Rowan hadn’t been himself since she left. The pack felt it, the warriors felt it, the walls of the training grounds felt it with every brutal punch he threw felt her absence.

He was violent during sparring, too fast and too careless with his own safety, his strikes hard enough to make even the most seasoned fighters hesitate before agreeing to spar. No one dared tell him to stop. No one dared ask him to calm down. Elder Morris son, Benjamin had stopped joining him in the ring after Rowan nearly dislocated his shoulder two days ago.

Victor watched him from the edge of the grounds, arms folded, saying nothing...