Caleb took a deep breath.
There were still things he needed to figure out about his place in this world. About what his new life would look like. But listening to his mother and seeing the peaceful expression on her face made him feel a little more hopeful than he had only moments before.
It was true that he had always wanted to live up to the dreams his father had for him, for the pack. It was expected of him, of his blood. He was always meant to lead Summer and, when the time was right, to produce a child that would take his place.
He leaned against the railing and sighed.
“I know this isn’t the life you expected… that you planned for,” Fiona said. She touched his back gently.
Caleb gave a sad smile and shook his head.
“No,” he replied. “It’s not.”
Fiona smiled and leaned against him, gently resting her chin on his shoulder.
“But is it so bad?” she asked in a whisper.
Caleb swallowed.
“I…” he began and sighed again, “don’t know.”
