The days that followed were a blur of stolen glances and hidden longing.
I went through the motions of my life—meetings with the elders, hours in the healing hut, meals with Damon by my side. But inside, I was somewhere else entirely. Inside, I was back at that pond, in Caleb's arms, under the moonlight.
He was everywhere I looked and nowhere I could reach. At meals, he sat with the warriors, his eyes meeting mine for just a moment before sliding away. In training, I watched from a distance as he moved through forms with lethal grace, his body beautiful and terrible. At night, I lay next to Damon and imagined it was Caleb's arms around me.
The guilt was a constant companion, a weight on my chest that never lifted. I loved Damon—I did. He was my mate, my Alpha, the man who'd chosen me be
