The next morning, as the sun peeked through the trees, casting golden rays over the earth, Asher and Noah were summoned to training, facing ongoing issues with the warriors. Seizing this opportunity, I decided to leave the packhouse and head to Parker’s home. I knew that his father would be at home alone, and I needed to discuss something important with him.
As I approached the door, my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and urgency. When I knocked, Caleb opened the door, his expression shifting from surprise to concern upon seeing me.
“Luna. What a surprise,” he said, his voice laced with warmth.
“Please, don’t call me Luna. I’m not the Luna yet. But we need to talk,” I replied, ensuring my tone conveyed the gravity of the situation.
“Of course, please come in,” he invited, steppi
