Caspian’s POV~
I was sitting in my father’s study, the smell of old leather and cigar smoke wrapping around me. The room was a place where Vellex Pack tactics were plotted. Father was seated at the table’s head with his broad back bent over a map of our territory, pointing to the jagged line where the Bloodhound Pack had been taunting our borders. His voice was rumbling, listing new defenses — patrols, surveillance, but I kept thinking back, to the hospital scene days before.
“Caspian,” Savire barked, pulling me back. His gray eyes, which were so much like mine, squinted. “You’re distracted. If you’re not here to work, then you’re of no good to me.”
I sat back and raked my fingers through my hair. “I’m here, Dad. Just … thinking about the shooting. The attack on Gideon was not random. It has Julian written all over it.” I was concerned about the shooting, yeah, but it was Damien’s focus on Elara that wore me down. I respected her, but Damien’s obsession was distracting him from the jo
