Caleb

Caleb

I look at the female in front of me. Her black eyes scan my body, my scars. I hate being looked at like I am nothing more than a piece of meat.

“Give me a moment,” I say, and I rush to retrieve my clothes from where I left them.

‘Who do you think she is?’

‘I don’t know,’ I reply to Raven’s question.

Once I am dressed, I return to the clearing. The battle is over. From what I can see, two of my warrior didn’t make it. I will have to let their families and friends know as soon as I return to the pack.

“Thank you for saving my life,” I tell her.

A crossbow and a quiver with ashwood and silver-tip arrows are across her back. I glance at the rogues and vampires that attacked me—they all have arrows in their foreheads. I should get a crossbow as well.

“Tatiana sent me. She said you might need my help,” the female says.

I rub the back of my neck. “I didn’t count on the wolfbane.”

“It is not only wolfbane; it is mixed with liquid silver.”

I look at the vampires. “That explains the numb