I blinked repeatedly, half-expecting Caleb to burst into laughter, to dismiss my words as a nonsensical fantasy. I braced for the mockery, the derisive comments that never came. Instead, he simply stood there, his gaze unwavering, awaiting my response. The weight of the revelation hung in the air, and I felt a surreal disconnect from reality.
A slow process of acceptance unfolded within me as I grappled with the idea. "Okay, no. We are mistaken. This," I gestured awkwardly between us, "is a mistake," I asserted, a nervous chuckle escaping me. The notion seemed preposterous—I, a werewolf's mate? It felt like a cosmic joke, a twist of fate that defied all reason.
I clenched my hair in disbelief, pacing the room as if the physical movement could dispel the absurdity of the situation. Caleb
