As we walked back to the pack house, the night air felt heavier than before. Maybe it was the weight of everything I had just learned—or maybe it was the fact that, for the first time in my life, someone in power had admitted they were wrong about me.
Alpha Rowen walked beside me in silence, his face unreadable. I could still feel the tension radiating from him, but it was different now. Not hostility. Not distrust. Just…thought.
Then, finally, he exhaled.
“I owe you an apology.”
I turned my head slightly, caught off guard by his tone.
“For doubting you,” he continued, his voice low, almost reluctant. “For thinking you had something to hide.” He shook his head, like he was annoyed with himself. “It is not easy to trust someone when everything points to them being a threat. But I see n
