CALEB

The waiting was agony.

“This is taking longer than I has expected” I murmured, placing my elbow over my eyes.

I lay in my bed in the main pack house, the scent of antiseptic and stale sweat finally giving way to clean linen and the faint, familiar musk of my own territory, but my mind was stuck three hundred yards away, in the quiet, warded safe house. Every instinct, every primal command, screamed at me to be by Elena's side, to stand guard, to simply witness her breathing.

Instead, ...