Declan's POV
Sunday shows up on time.
That man still does too. Callum. I know his name. I just don't want to call him father.
He's been here every day this week. Training. By dinner I'm wrecked enough to fall into sleep like somebody flipped a switch. I haven't slept that well in a long time. Every morning I wake up with more in my limbs. I almost ask if we can just keep doing it here and skip the pack. Then he stops me when I want to shift, asks if I don't want to go where I can actually use it, and I shut my mouth.
Breakfast. Toby keeps looking at me like I'm already gone.
He's been sleeping in my bed these nights too. Under the quilt he told me the pack. Families. The cubs my age on the training field, names, who bites, who hangs back. I haven't seen their faces yet, but if Toby kn
