CHAPTER 20: THE SIGNATURE OF THE DEAD
Caleb's POV
I spent the night pacing the length of my temporary study, my skin itching with the phantom sensation of Hazel's pulse. It was ridiculous.
She was alive. The medics had confirmed it three times. The poison had been forced out of her system before it could finish burning through her organs, and her body, her strange, impossible body was already repairing damage that should have taken a normal wolf months to survive if they didn't already die. An alpha weeks but she was already healing.
She was alive. I knew that.
Adam knew that.
The entire pack knew that, considering I had nearly brought the whole castle down over it. Still, I couldn't sit still.
The study felt too small around me. Too quiet. Too neat. Books lined the walls in perfect order, the fire burned low in the hearth, and the candle on my desk flickered every time I walked past it. Everything looked controlled.
Nothing in me was.
