CALEB’S POV
I slumped on the couch in my apartment, the dim glow of a single lamp casting shadows across the room, the bottle of whiskey in my hand half-empty, its burn a faint comfort against the storm in my head. Talon paced inside me, his growls a low rumble, my senses sharp despite the alcohol. I’d waited outside Crestwood’s lecture hall for hours, my boots scuffing the pavement, my eyes scanning every exit for Isabella’s red hair. Nothing. The campus emptied, the parking lot silent, the rain soaking me through, but she never came out.
She’d vanished with Sebastian, that bastard, after he’d caught her in class, his werewolf sped a reckless display. What were they doing? My fist clenched, the glass creaking, jealousy twisting my gut like a blade. Why did I care? She wasn’t mine—not a
