Chapter 48

Caleb’s Point of View

Today has not gone the way that I had planned. I had planned so carefully, down to the flower arrangements. I thought that I had every base covered, surely nothing could go wrong. I had been arrogant, cocky enough to believe that no one would try to attack. My pack was known to be fearless, and it was no secret that my allies would be in attendance of my mating ceremony. I had pulled my guards in so that they could witness the ceremony, and in doing so I left my people vulnerable. I did this, in my own arrogance I created the war zone that was before me.

I can only stare in horror at the woman who saved my life. I underestimated Dorian. I was already tired from fighting Alpha Jason when Dorian had surprised me from behind. He was quicker than I imagined he would be. He was also a better fighter than I ever would have given him credit for. Scarlet saved my life, but in doing so she lost her destined mate. I can only imagine what is going through her head, knowing that she was the one that took his life.

“Mine.” Theo’s words snap my attention directly to him. I turn to see him staring at Scarlet, tears in his eyes. His eyes are boring into Scarlet, and I can see that his body is fighting a war with itself. “Theo” I try to draw his attention away, but it can not be deterred from Scarlet. I know that he does not believe in second chance mates, but perhaps she is his. Daphne starts wiggling in my arms, trying to break free from my grasp. My attention finally falls on her and I realize she is fighting to go to her sister. I let her go.

Daphne runs over and wraps Scarlet in her arms. Pulling her back into her chest and rocking her on the ground as if she were a child. I knew that today would changer our lives, but I could have never of predicted that it would be this way. For once I do not know what to do, what to say, or even how to begin processing everything.

“Caleb, I need to go. Something is not right with me; I think I am headed to the infirmary.” Theo’s voice pulls me out of my self-loathing and snaps me back into reality. I look Theo over, looking for any signs of trauma, other than the superficial bruises and cuts that have appeared. I can find nothing that would warrant a trip to the infirmary.

“Theo what is going on, I do not see anything.” I do not normally question Theo, but on this occasion I must.