âCaleb! Wait!â
Carlos called out my name desperately from behind.
He just wouldnât give up.
He scrambled up from the floor and darted in front of me.
âYou canât just walk out like that!â
My eyes blazed with anger as I stared him down.
âMove!â I growled.
But Carlos stood firm, his gaze locked on me.
âCaleb, seriously, you need to rest now!â
I clenched my teeth and warned in a dread voice, âDonât try to stop me again, or donât blame me for what happens next!â
This feeling hit Damien too, and he started to growl deep inside me.
His eyes got all intense, like he was ready to confront Carlos.
In our desperate longing to see Debra, both Damien and I completely lost our senses.
Carlos just stood there, looking at me, his face contorted with intense sorrow.
Then he said, âCaleb, youâve been unconscious for three days.
Your fatherâs condition had been getting worse.
And last night, he couldnât make it anymore.
He passed away.
â
I stood there, stunned.
Suddenly, my ears went deaf, like I was wrapped in something.
For a moment, it felt like the whole world went quiet.
âCaleb, I know this is tough for you.
â Carlosâs voice broke a bit, sounding sad, but he was trying to keep it together.
âBut now, the Thorn Edge Pack is in chaos, and the packâs borders have been breached.
You need to get it together fast.
The pack needs you; weâre all counting on you.
â
I stayed silent, feeling like my heart had been crushed by a sledgehammer, each blow leaving me speechless with pain.
After a moment, I muttered in disbelief, âHow can this even happen?â
My dad was the toughest fighter, the strongest werewolf out there.
How could he really be gone?
The more I pondered it, the more it felt like some kind of absurd nightmare.
I grabbed Carlosâ shoulder in disbelief, tears welling up.
âCarlos, this canât be true, can it? My dad was hurt by someone he trusted, but he made it to the hospital in time.
How could he be gone? Youâre just lying to me, right?â
Calebâs POV:
âCaleb, wake up!â
Carlos let out a low, painful growl.
But I couldnât accept it.
Trying to keep up a brave front, I smiled weakly and said, âStop kidding.
My father canât be gone.
It just canât be true!â
âCaleb!â Carlos gripped my shoulders and shook me firmly.
His eyes were red with emotion.
âStop fooling yourself.
You know I wouldnât joke about this.
â