3 months earlier
Caleb sat at his desk, surrounded by paperwork and files containing the financial records of the pack. His brow furrowed as he sifted through the incomplete and scattered information. The missing pieces, crucial for restoring the pack’s stability, were nowhere to be found. The only one who might have had any idea about the information needed was Cedric, but Cedric had long lost his human side.
Frustration seemed to cling to every fiber of Caleb’s being like a second skin every other day since the revelation, which led to him taking up this very tedious role. There was so much he had to do, from trying to restore the pack’s finances to training the pack members in preparation for any potential threats, all while navigating through the chaos and reassuring the last few survivors of a day in the sun again. But how could he focus on managing any of those tasks when it looked like he’d been doing a god-awful job so far and everything still looked to be in utter disarray?
Amidst his turmoil, Sophia walked into the office, effectively breaking his train of thought.
“Hey,” she greeted, a soft smile on her full lips.
“Hey,” he answered, a sigh forcing its way out of his lips at the ease her presence brought.
“How’s it going?” she asked conversationally, approaching his desk.
He shook his head, and his palms came to rub his face tiredly. Before he could conjure up an appropriate reply, he caught a glint of something flashy held between her slim fingers. Looking back up at her, he raised a brow in question.