Caleb's POV
The sun was unrelenting, baking the grounds of the pack square where nearly every wolf had gathered. My fingers drummed against the side of my chair, a steady rhythm that mirrored the impatient thumping of my heart. Three hours. It had been three hours since Emily and Monica entered the maze, and I felt like I was losing my mind.
I leaned back, stretching my legs out casually, trying to mask my nerves, but inside, I was anything but calm. My firecracker was out there—braving a maze, fighting her heat, and pushing herself in ways no one had ever expected from her.
Emily Greene.
The girl who had flipped my world upside down.
Her scent was my undoing—a mix of wildflowers and vanilla, sweet yet bold, soft yet unrelenting. The kind of scent that stuck with you, that wrapped aro
