Caleb’s POV:
I couldn’t stop moving. Every time I paused, it hit me again — the weight of it. The silence where his voice used to be. The house felt hollow. Wrong. Like the walls themselves knew he was gone.
My mother hadn’t moved from her room since the moment we returned. I spent hours by her side, holding her hand, whispering things I wasn’t sure she heard. Her eyes were vacant, lost somewhere I couldn’t follow. She was still his Luna, even in death. And her bond had been shattered.
I didn’t cry in front of her. I couldn’t. Someone had to hold it together. But behind closed doors, away from the eyes of warriors and pack members, I did. Only once. Just for a moment.
Then I got up, washed the blood from my skin, and dressed in black. Because Black Moon needed a leader now. Not a son i
