Third Person's POV
Caldwell stopped in front of them. His gaze lingered on Edwin's face for a fraction of a second, offering a curt, respectful nod before shifting his attention to Seraphina. "Has your team submitted your research proposal yet?"
"I was planning to turn it in this afternoon," Seraphina replied.
"Good. I'll walk over with you."
Caldwell didn't linger. It was as if he had truly only stopped by to ask a mundane question. He turned to leave.
"W-Wait..." Edwin's voice finally broke through. His hand shook violently as he reached out, gripping Caldwell's forearm with desperate strength.
The old man's palm trembled. The faint, ancestral pull vibrating deep within his bloodline made the wolf inside him want to howl. "What... what is your name, boy?"
"Caldwell Craig."
"Craig
