Caleb
Damian, the theta who had opened his door, called tentatively.
He could only imagine the picture he presented, sitting here all stiff and unmoving. He growled low in his throat and ran his hand through his hair roughly, with one last pep talk and a quick breathing exercise, he steeled himself for what was coming his way, “Let’s go.” He spoke firmly.
He stepped into the open and looked around, outwardly, he was the definition of cool and calm, but inside, his wolf was stirring up once again as wisps of their mate’s scent wafted in the air, calling out to him in a way he was greatly unfamiliar with.
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