Caleb’s P.O.V
The moment I stepped out of the diner, my pulse was already hammering. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it sure as hell wasn’t this. The park was nearly empty, the crisp night air settling in, and yet, there he was—casually swinging like he belonged here, like he had every right to be in my territory. Damien.
His dark eyes gleamed with amusement, the corners of his lips lifting into that irritating smirk as he regarded me. My hands curled into fists at my sides, and I felt my wolf stir restlessly within me, already on edge.
"Why the hell are you sneaking around and following me?" My voice was sharp, barely restraining the growl beneath it. My patience for him was nonexistent on a good day, and tonight? After everything? I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit. "Or
