CALEB’S POV
When I told Ragnar that Thalia and Eileen were missing, I watched him closely. I noticed the obvious shift in his posture. It was a flicker of pure alarm but it disappeared almost instantly, masked by his stubborn pride.
Instead of showing his worry, Ragnar shoved past me hard, his shoulder slamming into mine. “I don't care,” he muttered coldly, walking away. “She can do whatever she wants.”
I knew he was bluffing. His wolf instincts wouldn't let him just ignore her disappearance, no matter how angry he pretended to be. Before I could call him out on it, a strange, prickling sensation hit the back of my neck.
It felt exactly like someone was watching me. I slowly turned my head, scanning the lingering crowd in the arena, and sure enough, I caught the red-haired boy looking
