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,Layla said to him, unaware of the mind link between him and Riven. Caleb looked between Riven and Layla. One wanted him to stay while the other didn't need him. While contemplating, Riven mind linked him again. [Caleb! If I find you there when I turn....] "I really shouldn't. But thank you anyway Layla",Caleb said quickly. He nearly choked on his saliva when Riven turned and glared at him. "I mean...Luna",he quickly corrected himself and fled out of the room. And he went straight to the other shifters to tell them about what just happened.

Flashback ; ZAVIER CROSS Caleb entered my office with a grin on his face. "Good morning, boss. How was your night?" "It was fine, Caleb. What's up?" I replied, not in the mood for small talk. "Everything is going as planned. I've been keeping an eye on River, and she seems to be getting interested in me," he said with a smirk. I raised my eyebrow. "Good to know, but don't forget the reason why you're there. We need to keep her safe. You shouldn't fall in love with her, Caleb."

He stormed into the flooding corridor of the Iron Citadel, his underwater tactical rifle raised. The facility was a labyrinth of rusted iron beams, exposed fiber-optic cables, and green-lit amniotic tanks. Sirens were blaring a low, sub-audible hum that vibrated through the marrow of his bones. "Silas! Establish a hardline into their navigation network!" Caleb roared through his rebreather comms, firing a magnetic pulse round directly into an automated ceiling turret before it could track his position. The turret exploded in a violent shower of blue sparks and boiling oil. "Find the signal from Ava’s beacon! Now!"

The line goes dead, and River slowly removes the phone from his ear. When the screen goes dark, he captures a reflection of himself in the stainless steal washer and dryer unit and notices the gruffness. He then shakes himself out of the daze, deciding to not keep Sebastian and the boys waiting. Soon, he is dressed in his best spring garbs, walking into the living room. Caleb sits on Sebastian's lap, while Cairo is buried into the man's cellphone. Some animated program plays on the tv, leaving Caleb engrossed while Sebastian peers out at Manhattan. Distracted by his thoughts, or rather whatever in those thoughts troubled him.

"Just make sure your own grip doesn't slip. I'm not carrying your points on this deck." I let out a low, dangerous chuckle, the sheer adrenaline of the weekend surging through my veins. "Watch me." Across the deck, Caleb was the last to drag himself out of the water. He didn't have anyone waiting with a towel. He stumbled slightly on the wet tile, his breathing ragged, a hacking cough still rattling his chest from the water he had swallowed during his collapsed sprint. His handlers tried to hand him a hydration drink, but he blindly swiped it away, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the secondary lifting platform with a manic, unhinged defiance.

"She said something about how rare they are and how they remind her of her childhood territory." "That's brilliant! Thank you so much!" "No problem," Rachel said cheerfully. "Though I have to tease you about your complete lack of hunting rights. Do you need me to transfer some to help with expenses?" "I'm managing, but thank you for offering," Elara replied with gratitude. **(God's POV)** Meanwhile, Caleb Rivers emerged from the washing den, his hair still damp from his shower. He found Rachel lounging on their shared sleeping furs, clearly amused by something on her communication device.

he asked once the system was running. “Cassandra Patrice.” Caleb supplied smoothly, his knowledge of her name was thanks to Magnolia and not necessarily because his terrified mate had been forthcoming with any information. He watched Iggy type in the name and then pause for a few seconds before attacking the keyboard in a manner that intrigued Caleb. Having been born in a time that had none of the present gadgets he saw, he was often awed by their abilities, but never bothered enough to learn more about them, he was quite satisfied with the basic knowledge he possessed.

Caleb pulls out his phone and dials a number. "Do you think Shirley's in danger?" Melanie's eyes narrow. "I don't know, but we need to find out." Caleb's expression is grim. "Hey, Ryder. I need you to hack into Riverview Gas & Go's security system... Yeah, the gas station on 5th and Main... Get me everything from last night, starting from midnight... Thanks, man." The phone call connects, and Caleb begins to speak in hushed tones to the head of his team of experts.

The staff had long since stopped being surprised by anything. Caleb, now twelve, was in the water with Becker and Josh, working through goalie drills in the shallows using a pair of weighted training gloves Milo had modified for beach use. The kid had grown fast, taller than most boys his age, lean and wiry like his dad was at twelve, with a focus that made Ethan’s chest ache every time he watched him. Caleb was still serious about Stormriders tryouts. He had years to go, but he was already shadowing team practices and training weekly with the junior affiliate team.

The primary cabin monitors suddenly flickered to life, the digital altimeter rapidly dropping as the aircraft cut through the thick morning fog of the Caribbean. Caleb walked out of the private master lavatory, dressed in a fresh black shirt. He didn't have his usual smirk. He walked over to the walnut table next to my head, his fingers trembling slightly as he set down a small, white plastic device he had pulled from the medical diagnostic kit in the cargo bay—a highly advanced, rapid-result hormonal fertility monitor. "The flight took four hours, Maddison," Caleb murmured, his brilliant dark eyes locked onto mine with an unhinged, intense weight. "The hormone levels in your system from las