Calliope POV
I sat, just staring at the music box in front of me, tracing the intricate etching of the moon on its lid, with my finger. Gray had handed it over like it was just another present, but it meant the world to me. I knew he had spent months working on it, in between training the pack members and running this faction of the pack, but somehow he had still found time to produce the beautiful device.
He had always been good at carpentry, making any furniture we needed from fallen trees, but with this, he had truly outdone himself. It was so beautiful and intricately designed, I would always cherish it, even after he had forgotten about me.
It’s beautiful, huh Chay? I spoke to my wolf, but all I got was a nod as she watched, engrossed through my eyes, as I trailed my fingers over
