Owl House Caleb Novels & Stories

It seemed she could read my mind as she cleared her throat and faced me. “Caleb's parents died when he was just four so he didn't know his parents that well. Mr Walker adopted him as his own son and loved him just like his own. Owen doesn't see Caleb as his cousin but rather his brother. Their bond is so strong that if you didn't know the history, you'd call them a complete family.”

’ Though her suggestion was good, I opposed it. ‘I can’t leave Adrian alone; you know very well what these witches do.’ It’s not old enough that we would forget how they attacked Caleb. I shuddered and licked my lips; my hands were trembling and pupil moving on sides to capture anything unusual happening. ‘Did you forget? He is also from South Hills Pack, Caleb sent him with you because he also hold a unique ability’ I froze. She was right, how come I forgot this crucial thing, I smiled getting a bit relaxed but next second another thought kicked in mind and I was panicking again.

Keyleth stayed a seat after father’s, occupying the farthest chair, and leaving the one closest to me. Fucking great. “Oliver,” Father's voice carried a tone of authority. Deep and commanding. His arms extended to the wolven beside him, “ Meet Reuel Jalara. The Alpha of the Skylarron pack.” My gaze flew to the red haired wolven seated beside him. He too, carried an atmosphere of authority. His ember eyes locked on mine and I noticed his jaw tighten as he looked me over. A slight nod of his head in my direction, that he acknowledged my strength and my physical features, was the only thing he gave away. “You are a fine young man, Oliver.” Alpha Reuel stretched his hands, offering a hand shake.

Dad announced, distracting me from my thoughts, as he packed the car. “Thank God,” I rolled my eyes. The house was a mansion as usual, nothing special about it. I took my bag out of the car and went to pick a room in the mansion. I entered a blue-painted room upstairs and I loved it. I opened the curtains and saw Caleb at the opposite house, through the window, and my mouth fell open. Caleb's parents are my father’s business partners. He just got out of the bathroom, his hair wet and messy, falling to his face, and it reminded me of last night.

Caleb was dead. Now, it's time to find Nyx.

I drop the last ladder as my boots land on the floor. I find dry land and put him there. “I can't fight what I am,” he whispers. “I can't.” A tear slips down his cheek. He looks immaculate even with our present situation. The scent intensifies again, but now it's thick, sweet, and heavy. Above us, the hounds start barking, the Omega heat has peaked, and boots slam against the pavement. Voices shout commands out to the hounds. They are genetically engineered wolves bred by the academy, creatures that can smell a drop of blood.

Damian's wolf eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. "Two years exiled to a branch office, and you've learned nothing of business, yet your audacity has certainly grown." "You dare try to poach my Luna?" As his words fell, Damian's wolf eyes flared a deep crimson. Caleb froze, spellbound, his breath catching in his throat. "Uncle, I…" Caleb's voice wavered. "I… I was merely…" "Just what?" Damian released me and advanced a step towards Caleb. "Merely trying to poach from your uncle?"

"Tessa, please... let's go home..." "Home?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "We don't have a home, Caleb. And shouldn't you be with your little omega and her pup?" "What omega?!" he denied vehemently. "She was nothing! That bitch was a tool, from start to finish!" A sick, vicious look crossed his face. "I only acknowledge you as my mate. As for that so-called pup..." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "It was just a tumor I had removed."