The four wolves stared at the crow, waiting for him to answer his own question.
Letting out a tired sigh, Caleb rubbed his forehead. "That wasn't a rhetorical question; I actually want to know. Who benefits most if you four are arguing amongst yourselves?"
"Nobody wins," shrugged Damien, looking around Raphael's bedroom. "If we are weak, we can't protect those that need us."
Caleb threw up his hands in frustration. "Clearly, someone wins, or else they wouldn't be doing this shit," he growled. "But this is a wolf issue, and I am not a wolf. Deal with it yourselves. I'm going to call Garrett and see where we are with the mission planning."
Straightening up from his relaxed position against the wall, Caleb left the bedroom, muttering under his breath.
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