"You’re restless."
Jared stiffened at Caleb’s voice, his fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey he hadn’t even sipped. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his estate, watching the moon cast its silver glow over the vast land. His estate, the heart of his pack. The place where he ruled with unquestioned dominance.
Yet tonight, that dominance felt… unsettled.
Caleb swallowed hard before stepping forward, keeping his head slightly bowed. “Alpha…” His voice wavered with caution. “Forgive me, but… you seem troubled.”
Jared didn’t turn. His grip on the glass tightened, the muscles in his jaw flexing. “Since when do you concern yourself with my moods, Caleb?” His voice was low, ice-cold, carrying the weight of unspoken warning.
Caleb tensed, instinctively lowering his ga
