Peace is boring.
That was Caleb’s official review of domestic life after three days.
"I should be patrolling," Caleb grumbled, sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace. He was building a tower of wooden blocks for Leo. "I should be hunting. I should be... doing Alpha things."
"You are doing Alpha things," I said, walking past him with a basket of laundry. "You are building a fortress. Look, it has three levels."
Caleb glared at the wooden blocks. "It’s a castle for a teddy bear, Elena. It’s humiliating."
"Dada!" Leo squealed, knocking the tower down with a chubby fist.
Caleb sighed, but I saw the corner of his mouth twitch. He loved it. He just wouldn't admit it.
Across the room, Tyson and Sloane were cleaning their weapons (their idea of a romantic date). Maya was by the
