Chapter 4

Caleb POV

3 Years Later

I have never wished to be a spy in my own pack, but that is exactly what I became 3 years ago. My father asked me to keep an eye on Jenna and her bitch squad, which I could only do if I became close with them. Jenna mistook my friendliness for something else, and quickly declared herself my girlfriend. I have heard her boast to her friends of all things we supposedly have done, none of it true. I am saving myself for my mate, and she knows it. She loathes me for it, and berates me when we are alone for not wanting to touch her.

Everything changed that day 3 years ago when my father called me into his office and told me he had discovered some of our pack members were in cohorts with black magic users. I sat down instantly. To think someone would even consider speaking to, no less than working with, a black magic user. I had been stunned into silence while he explained the situation at hand.

"You are 17, Caleb. You are adult enough to know the truth. I believe someone has been using black magic on a pack member, and I need your help to keep an eye out. Make friends with everyone in school, and get your Beta and Gamma to help you. You may tell them the truth, but only if you trust them."

"I trust both Jamie and Zane, dad, but what has happened?" I knew he and mom had been out the night before, and they had come home very late that night, both looking exhausted. Mom has also looked somewhat crestfallen, but at the same time determined.

"I cannot tell you in detail yet, son. But I know the Elders are taking this very seriously, and are keeping an eye on the situation as well. I sent Jenna, her parents and her friends home on house arrest, and I will keep them there for the next few days until things calm down." Dad had said, and I just nodded. I knew he would come to me when he had more of a whole picture.

"Does this have to do with you and mom being out last night?"

"Your aunt has taken in a young teenage girl, and we went to help her settle in." I sigh.

"Can you tell me who she is?" Dad ponders for a second, and I can see the want to confide in me. Jenna and her parents are in the thick of this, so I have my own suspension, but as long as he hasn't actually said her name, I don't know for sure.

"Make sure you become close with Jenna Darkwood and her friends. Don't believe everything they say, and we will meet every evening to catch up." Dad concluded, and that was more than enough for me to get confirmation on my thoughts.

I had known that was the end of the conversation, but I was so confused afterwards why Aunt Amber would take in Jenna's adoptive sister? That is until the next day in school where Jenna was telling everyone who wanted to listen, that her parents had disowned her adoptive sister after she went feral and tried to kill her. I didn't believe her for one second, but I had a part to play, which I did. We got close quickly, mostly because she was just way too eager, having tried to be with me from middle school. She even told everyone we were dating and called me her boyfriend before I even talked to her.

She started being even more insufferable than before, treating people awfully and telling everyone how she was going to be the Luna one day. I wanted to gag every time.

Then something else weird happened. After I turned 18 and Jenna wasn't my mate, she became withdrawn for a time. Especially around the time she rejected her fated mate.

I watched as she met her fated mate at a pack party, and how she crushed him with a rejection. She didn't know I was there.

She was throwing herself at my Beta Jamie at the time, not that he wanted her either. Probably trying to get leverage over him to get to me, which she proved later when she berated her rejected mate. She took so much fucking joy in crushing this young wolf, berating him and asking if he really thought she would settle for any less than to be Luna of our pack?! She demanded his full name, rejected him and then demanded he accept it. He did, and she laughed at his pain, trying once again to get into Jamie's trousers, and was very angry when he told her to get a life.

That night I promised the Moon Goddess I would never reject my fated mate. I would cherish her, treat like a queen and love her for my entire life! I would never put someone through when she did to her fate.

But then she came back with a vengeance. She became more possessive of me, and I tried to keep my distance, which she was not having at all. Then she started to offer me different kinds of food and drinks, which my wolf, Storm, utterly refused we took from her. I politely turned her down time and time again, making her more and more desperate in her attempt to make me take something she was offering. The more she tried, the more I knew something terrible would happen if I did.

I also experience wanting to be close to my father. Especially if he had been with his sister in the woods for a day or afternoon. Something about him kept me drawn to him when he came home. He seemed surprised at first, then pleased and then smug about it. I, on the other hand, was becoming more and more annoyed.

This is why I followed him last weekend. I had had it with this feeling of wanting to be close to him. Being drawn to him. I made sure to not be seen or heard when I saw him walk out of the packhouse. I followed him down the familiar trail to my aunt's house. She chose to live there, as she was not a sociable person and preferred her solitude and animals instead of people in the pack. Mom tried again and again to get her to move in, but to now avail. She came to Sunday dinner every week, and the same thing had happened with her since my 18th birthday - every time she was in the packhouse I would find myself waking to her and staying near her unable to pinpoint what it was that kept me in her presence other than loving my aunt.

Dad comes to a halt outside my aunt's cottage, knocking on the door. I keep myself hidden in the bushes, my sight on the door. Who lives here with her? My aunt opens the door and greets my father. She points to the side of the house, and he moves to where she is pointing. I move with him in the bushes, reminding myself to keep quiet and move silently in the distance.

When I see him stop, I do the same, crouching down again and watching. My dad laughs at something. I narrow my eyes. What is he doing?

"Ready for sparring, sweetheart?" He asks someone, and I just sit back and watch now. He has been keeping a secret for sure.

"Of course, Alpha." A female voice answers. That voice sounds like an angel, and I wonder who she is? Dad moves to the side, showing a young female with her back to me, but fuck me she is gorgeous even from behind! She is a training bra and tight leggings. They are hugging her lean olive toned figure, from her waist to her delicious thighs and ends mid calves. What the actual fuck?! Storm perks up in my mind as the wind changes and her cinnamon and apple scent overcome my senses.

'MATE! MATE, MATE, MATE!'