Caleb's POV:
“Daddy... Daddy!”
I groaned, pulled out of my dream. I blinked to see my son standing above me, his small hands shaking my shoulder hard enough to drag me out of sleep in a jolt.
I blinked again, disoriented.
"Milo?"
It was too early... wasn't it?
"It really was. After last night, after you were being an absolute idiot..." Black started his tirade the hundredth time since last night. Of course, he wasn't happy about what had happened. He wanted... nothing but to claim Elena as his... but she wasn't his... ours to claim.
"Shut up. I am trying to concentrate here."
The cabin wrapped in that grey, early-morning hush that came before dawn really decided to show itself. My head throbbed faintly—whiskey and too little sleep—and for half a second, I didn’t know where I was.
