The battle had been fierce, the air thick with the scent of blood and fury. Caleb had been deep in the heart of the conflict, his Lycan form a towering nightmare of muscle and rage, when the first flicker of something wrong had brushed against the edges of his consciousness.
But… after the things became stable and he shifted back; a wave of missed calls made his heart stop for a second… and when he heard his father’s words… he just lost it.
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The journey back to the castle was a blur of desperation and speed. Caleb moved with a speed that was impossible to comprehend, his massive paws pounding against the earth as he raced through forests and fields, his mind focused on a single thought: Iva, Iva, Iva.
His aura was suffocating—a wave of pure, primal fury that made lesser wolves cower
