ISABEL'S POV.
I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any longer. “How do you know so much about Caleb’s father, anyway? You know the rogue leader?”
Leo hesitated, his expression clouded with emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. “It’s a long story,” he finally said.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” I replied, crossing my arms and leaning back against the headboard.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and for a moment, I thought he might not answer. But then he began, his voice quieter than usual.
“It happened when I was a kid. Just a few weeks before you were brought into the pack.”
I leaned in, already sensing that whatever he was about to say wasn’t going to be easy on the ear.
“I used to wander off into the woods alone,” he started. “I know, typical rebellious kid stuff, but back
