Caleb helps me up off the mattress and pulls a key from his pocket, unlocking the door.
Silently, we slip out through the back door of the pack house, into a misty early morning. I shiver, and he takes off his coat, wrapping it around my shoulders.
He leads me away from the pack house and away from town, deeper into the woods, along narrow and overgrown trails that he seems to know very well. The whole time, he holds my hand, his grip sure and strong.
“Where are we going?” I ask as the sun begins to rise and the pack house has disappeared behind us.
“My dad’s old cabin,” Caleb explains. “The pack doesn’t know about it. It’s just for the Alpha and his family. A hideaway.”
“If it’s only for Alphas and their families, then why are you taking me there?”
Caleb stops, turning toward me and
