"Connor"? Caleb called out to the boy standing at the edge of the terrace.
"Hi Dad", the young boy who looked like he was about to become a pre-teen answered him without bothering to turn around.
"Mr Gibson told me you ran away, again". Caleb told him.
"He is such a tattletale," Connor grunted.
"It's his job to tell me everything related to you". Caleb reminded Connor.
"I didn't run away. I just needed to be alone" Connor mumbled.
"I know" Caleb chuckled. "That's why I am here and not the whole pack". Connor finally looked at Caleb and shot him a glare before looking away. "What's going on with you?" Caleb asked him softly crouching down so that Connor appeared taller.
Connor remained quiet for a while and Caleb waited patiently for him to continue. "What is wrong with me?" He asked in a whisper that Caleb almost missed.
"Nothing." Caleb replied without skipping a beat. "Why do you think something is wrong?"
