CALEB
I stormed into Damien's pack house, the scent of pine and damp earth clinging to the walls like a heavy fog. My heart pounded in my chest, a caged beast clawing to be free. Every step I took echoed through the hallways, my boots striking the polished wooden floor with a rhythm that matched the rage boiling in my veins. I was here for answers, for blood if necessary, but most of all, I was here for Valerie. And for his fugitive brother, Aiden.
The moment I crossed the threshold, an eerie sensation washed over me—a pull, a connection so intense it was almost painful. It was like a whisper in my bones, telling me that she had been here, that she was close. My breath hitched, the thought of her so near yet so far was both a torment and a solace. The bond between us thrummed like a tau
