Caleb
The halls of Blackthorn Manor gleamed under the soft golden light of the chandeliers.
The tiles beneath my feet were polished to perfection, reflecting the faint image of my war-worn boots and the faint tremor that still resided in my hands from battle.
Erick walked ahead with that same commanding presence I remembered, tall, broad-shouldered, every inch the Alpha King.
My mind was wrapped around everything Erick had done, his generosity, his mercy, his strength, and the sheer weight of it still anchored itself in my chest like a boulder.
He was walking beside me, dressed in a dark tailored coat, a symbol of the Blackthorn sigil gleaming over his chest.
He had offered to personally show me the facility where the Moonlight survivors were being housed and treated.
I had acce
