Alex
Caleb was good, I’ll give him that. Quick on his feet, with strikes as sharp as a wolf’s bite in the dead of night. We punched around each other, trading blows, a ballet of bruises in the making.
“You know, the perfect time to strike is the upcoming wedding,” Caleb said, barely dodging a punch.
I stopped, hands on my knees, breathing hard. “No,” I shot back, “Not happening. Aria’s been through enough with celebrations turned disasters. Erin’s and I already wrecked enough.”
Caleb laughed, a weird, sharp sound that bounced off the walls. “You’re too soft, Alex. Who cares about another ruined party? The pack’s safety is at stake here.”
Soft? That word stuck in my throat like a bone. I straightened, squaring my shoulders. “It’s not about the party, Caleb. It’s about Aria. She deser
