Caleb’s P.O.V

I was in a different room with Jade and a couple of other boys from the pack, trying to figure out which shirt would work best for the party.

“This one, or that one?” Jade asked, holding up a dark grey button-down in one hand and a plain black tee in the other.

“Neither,” one of the boys piped up, smirking as he lounged against the dresser. “He looks like he’s trying too hard either way.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Maybe I’ll just ...