CALEB
Being part of a quartet instead of a quintet was like trying to drive a car that was missing one wheel—technically possible if you were creative enough, but something essential was always going to be off-balance.
Four months after the battle, I was still adjusting to the way our pack bond had restructured itself around the gap where Lysander's presence used to burn like a constant star. Me, Kalel, Savannah, and Iowyn—we'd learned to harmonize in new ways, but every shared moment carried echoes of what we'd lost. Sometimes I'd reach for that fifth connection through the bond and find nothing but empty space that still made my chest tight.
But we were adapting. Had to, really, because leading Bloodmoon Pack had gotten complicated in ways nobody had warned me about during Alpha train
