Luka
I couldn’t believe he’d stand up for me like that. It was hard enough to believe anyone would, but he was a king, defending me against the word of someone who qualifies as pack nobility.
He treated my wounds, covering my face with ice and medicines, ointments that worked quickly, almost like magic. It was such a stark contrast to Declan. I was starting to accept that maybe, just maybe, Caleb cared for me.
My skin was cool and the redness was gone. It felt like I had an entirely new face on, one of someone who could face life.
I rested for a while, and when a knock came at my door, I got up excitedly, hoping it was Caleb. Outside the door, a female voice called.
“Luka? It’s me.” I recognized it immediately, and I smiled.
“Mia?” I opened the door to her huge smil
