Caleb’s P.O.V

I was standing in the middle of the room, feeling like the walls were closing in around me. The air felt thick with tension, and I couldn’t understand what was happening. The silence was deafening, broken only by the frantic rustling of my father, Alpha Camden, as he tried to get a hold of the Chrone of the Lunar coven. His hands trembled as he dialed the number for the third time.

“No answer. This isn’t right,” my father muttered, his voice low, almost as ...