Caleb paces nervously around the pack’s garden. Even though everything looked to be going as planned at a point, there was an underlying sense of unease he couldn’t seem to shake off. The prophecy had promised solutions for Redwood, but the threat posed by Cedric only loomed closer above their heads, appearing more vicious than ever.
Ever since Marisol arrived in the pack, Cedric had only grown more feral, his rage even more uncontrolled. The pack’s infirmary was running out of beds, filling with injured members needing urgent care.
Caleb’s concern deepened as the havoc Cedric had wreaked among the people only rose over time, and it didn’t look to be stopping anytime soon.
As he paces, lost in thought, he doesn’t notice his mate, Sophia, approaching, until she is close enough for her pheromones to infiltrate his senses, bringing a momentary sense of calm with them.
“Caleb, what has got you so worried? You seemed far gone,” Sophia inquires gently, inching closer with every word until she suddenly stops.
“Can’t you stay away from her for a moment?” she states, wrinkling her nose.
Caleb sighs, resigned, “You know I’ve been away from her for the longest time now.”
“Her scent has refused to leave you,” she murmurs, dissatisfied, and Caleb sighs again, frustration and tiredness evident in his expression.