Caleb’s POV
Silver Creek was my home—more than any place had been in years.
The scent of pine and damp earth filled my lungs, even here in the operating room, where the sterile tang of antiseptic mingled with the faint hum of machines and the steady beep of a heart monitor. Fluorescent lights cast a cold glow over the operating table, where my gloved hands worked steadily, suturing the deep gash in a young man’s abdomen—probably an accident from one of the factories on the city’s edge. My fingers moved with practiced precision, yet my thoughts wandered elsewhere. To Hilda. To the life we had started building here.
She had chosen Silver Creek—this city that pulsed with modern bustle but hid the secrets of wolves—as her sanctuary, determined to leave behind her mate, the man who betrayed
