Bella’s P.O.V.
The moment my phone lit up with Aunt Claire’s message—Bella. Stall Caleb from getting to his room. I need time to go through his things. There might be something there.—I jolted up from my chair like a shot had gone off. My pulse thundered in my ears as I dashed out of the conference room, the echo of my boots muffled only by the roar of blood rushing through my head.
I barely registered the way people looked at me while I zipped through the corridors of the pack house. My eyes locked ahead, searching for one face.
And then I saw him.
Caleb.
Standing in the living room, casually leaning against the doorframe near the open kitchen, chatting with a she-wolf who looked utterly smitten. Her expression glowed like a lovestruck pup staring at the moon. Heart-shaped eyes and a
