The next morning, as I redress in yesterday’s clothes, prepared to head back to my chambers, Caleb stops me with a soft touch to my arm.
“I will be speaking with the Alpha Council today about Samuel,” he says. “I would like for you to be there.”
I’m not totally sure in what capacity he means. He could simply want me there to help corroborate his story as someone who was also there to witness Samuel’s claims and his assault. Alternatively, Caleb would want me there for moral support, to keep him from falling victim to the paranoia that has so easily been overtaking him lately.
As the reason does not matter much, I will support him either way, I do not ask for clarification. I simply reply, “I will be there.” Then, I hurry to my chambers where I quickly shower and dress for the day. When
