POV: Caleb
Keith’s words lingered in the air, poking me in the gut.
“I thought your interest was because you claimed her, or am I wrong?”
The training grounds suddenly felt too small.
Around us, warriors sparred beneath the pale morning light. Metal clanged. Wolves barked orders. Sweat, dirt, aggression, dominance, everything smelled sharp in the cold air.
But beneath it all, I could still scent her.
Olives, warm skin. Something dangerously addictive about her.
My jaw tightened.
Keith immediately straightened. “Forgive me, Your Highness. I overstepped.”
“You did,” I replied coldly.
Yet I didn’t dismiss him because the truth was irritatingly close to what he implied.
I had not claimed Gina, not officially, at least not in the sacred sense wolves understood. All my actions since I
