Caleb's pulse thundered in his ears. His own breath sounded foreign to him, ragged, unstable. The memories still swirled in his head like a storm—flashes of a life he had never wanted to recall, a past rewritten by time and buried under layers of instinct and survival.
But now, the past was clawing its way back.
"You're lying," he snarled, though even he wasn't sure if he believed it.
Elias only sighed, tilting his head as if observing a stubborn child. "Am I?"
Caleb's wolf reacted—not with aggression, but something dangerously close to recognition. A force he had spent his entire life keeping buried.
"Shut up." Caleb's voice was lower, rougher. "I don't know you."
Elias chuckled. "Then why does your wolf?"
The words struck something deep inside him. His vision blurred at the edges, his balance shifting unnaturally. The memories pushed harder, trying to break through—a battle long ago, a shared fight in the shadows, standing side by side with—
Adrian.
