Caleb should have known the pack wouldn’t let it go.
It started subtly.
Too subtly.
The first time, it was during morning drills.
Caleb stood on the rise overlooking the training ring, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he assessed stances and footwork. Alden was below, correcting a younger wolf with calm authority, already slipping into his role without arrogance.
“Again,” Caleb called. “Your guard is too—”
“Daddy!”
The word rang out clear as a bell.
Caleb turned instinctively.
Elowen stood at the edge of the ring, hands on her hips, curls escaping their braid. “You forgot.”
The entire training ring went silent.
Caleb frowned slightly. “Forgot what?”
She marched forward with purpose, stopped directly in front of him, and held up a small bundle wrapped in cloth.
“My ribbon,” she said
