Chapter Thirty-Four

Jazz POV

The next morning, I met with Caleb in the room that was designated for us, since I still don't do good in crowds and tend to go into attack mode. It is comforting to know that Caleb had once been in a similar position—new to the facility, feeling lost and alone. Maybe, just perhaps, we could find solace and friendship in one another.

As the conversation flows, I discover that Caleb had been the Alpha of his pack before circumstances forced him into the facility. Like me, he had faced rejection and betrayal, leaving him with wounds that ran deep. But here, within the confines of the enclosure, we found common ground—a shared understanding of the pain and struggles we had endured.

With each passing moment, my initial apprehension faded away, replaced by a sense of belonging. It was as if the bond between shifters transcended our physical forms, connecting us on a deeper level. As Caleb shared his story, I felt a surge of empathy for him—a yearning to help heal the wounds he