*Noah*
The next day, I was on the back lawn of the Drogomor mansion, gazing out into the woods. I’d be meeting with Caleb today on the progress of a probationary pack member I had doubts about—Gray.
My feelings were mixed about that gentleman. I was sympathetic to Zara’s wants and gentleness to see him change. But I still couldn’t shake the fact that he may be a spy.
Still, things likely would have happened by now if that was the case. I needed to be reasonable and not let my emotions completely control me. Even if my wolf huffed and puffed about it.
Eventually, Caleb sat down at the table with a light smile. “Hello, Noah,” he said politely. “How have you been?”
“Busy, happy to have my brothers back, even if they are a handful,” I said, rolling my eyes.
This prompted Caleb to chuckle and nod. “They are,” he agreed. “You have a lot of handfuls to deal with lately. Well, has Briella been doing well?”
