Third Person P.O.V.
The moonlight spilled across the Blue Moon Pack as Caleb made his way back to the pack house. The chill in the air matched the storm of doubt and determination in his mind. His steps were hurried, his face void of emotion, masking the turmoil threatening to unravel inside him. He ignored greetings and avoided eye contact, moving swiftly up the staircase to his room.
He shut the door behind him with a soft click and locked it. Tossing his jacket aside, he pulled out his phone and dialed. The name glared up at him: Veronica. The line barely rang twice before she answered.
"Did you do it?" Veronica’s voice came sharp and fast, like a whip cracking.
Caleb blinked, slightly taken aback by her lack of greeting. "Yeah... I did it."
"Great," she said, her voice lowering in
