The engine roared beneath him, the armored vehicle cutting through the long northern roads with relentless speed, the landscape growing harsher with every passing mile, forests thinning, the air turning colder, heavier—
But Caleb barely registered any of it.
Because inside him—
A storm was raging.
And it was getting worse.
With every kilometer that put distance between him and the city…
Between him and her…
His control slipped further.
His jaw clenched so tightly it ached, his hands curled into fists against his thighs as he forced himself to remain still, to remain composed, to remain the leader he was trained to be.
But it was getting harder.
Much harder.
He had fought in countless battles.
From a young age, he had been thrown into the military world, molded, trained, hardene
