Third Person P.O.V.
It was unusually quiet at the Blue Moon pack house. The calm was intentional—calculated.
Caleb's sleek black car rolled to a smooth stop outside the pack house. From the outside, everything appeared tranquil. The scent of food lingered in the air, and faint laughter from pups echoed around the edges of the territory. But behind the calm was an electrified alertness that pulsed through the entire house.
Caleb stepped out and took a long look at the structure before him. Something felt different—a tension he couldn't quite place. Shaking the thought, he walked to the main door and pushed it open.
Inside, the illusion of normalcy reigned supreme.
A few she-wolves bustled in the kitchen, humming softly as they prepared what smelled like lunch. The sound of children lau
