I find myself chatting idly with Caleb while I show him around the courtyard. I had considered taking him elsewhere, but it occurred to me that I myself am not too familiar with the pack grounds or the manor. I suppose I am also hesitant to show him any areas that could hold sensitive information, and taking him to my bedroom is simply out of the question. As we wander the winding stone paths, I notice Caleb's eyes continuing to dart around, lingering on me for a moment before flicking away. Caleb was a sweet kid, so sweet that when we were younger I had naively assumed that he would be my mate one day. Things were simpler then, and it was easy to mistake friendship for love or even loyalty. Over the years, Caleb had tried his best to treat me normally, but I had pushed him away. I suppose
