Riley's POV
Have you ever opened your eyes and questioned if you were trapped in some elaborate dream? That sensation overwhelms me now. Without the persistent ache radiating through my bones, I might convince myself this entire situation exists only in my imagination. Yet I can feel Caleb's heat seeping into my skin, real and undeniable. A memory I've spent six years burying claws its way to the surface.
The day after my mother's revelation about our humanity among werewolves, I bolt from our house in a panic. Confusion crashes over me in waves. Has Caleb always possessed this knowledge? How could I remain so oblivious?
I sprint across the street and burst through his front door without knocking. The living room stands empty, as does the kitchen. Taking the stairs two at a time, I search his bedroom frantically before rushing down to their game room. Where could he be?
