The morning sun filtered through the pine trees, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor of the cabin.
I woke up alone in the big bed. The sheets still smelled like him—musk, rain, and something uniquely Caleb.
I wrapped the duvet around myself and walked into the main room.
Caleb was there, fully dressed in his tactical gear (which he had cleaned). He was sharpening a knife by the fireplace. But his eyes were soft when he looked at me.
"Coffee is ready," he said, nodding to a steaming mug on the table. "And Leo is fed."
I smiled, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks as I remembered last night. "You’re efficient."
"I’m an Alpha," he smirked, walking over to kiss my forehead. "Efficiency is part of the job description. But... we need to talk about the vial."
He pointed t
