Caleb’s POV:
Elena was right.
Whatever this was—whatever Amelia wanted, whatever storm she’d dragged back with her—the first priority had to be Milo. Not my guilt. Not Amelia’s demands. Not the pack politics that would inevitably follow.
Milo. It was Milo. Only him.
"We must protect him," my wolf said. "He is the most important part of our lives."
Black was just as protective of Milo as I was... and he hated Amelia since the day she walked out.
"Can you blame me?"
"I can't," I answered, looking at Milo.
He was on the floor, carefully lining up the wooden tracks, tongue poking out slightly in concentration. He was humming to himself, some little tune he’d probably made up on the spot, completely unaware that the past had just knocked on our door.
My chest tightened in resentment,
