Worried

Chapter Twelve

Caleb’s POV

I felt a little tired this morning. I didn’t need to wonder why that was or what was causing that, knowing I had spent almost the whole night looking over the pack’s ledgers.

Normally it was Hunter and I who were supposed to that as the top ranking officers of the pack since there was no one assigned to do the job.

Hunter’s trust issues had not allowed him to appoint someone experienced in that field, leaving the job to both of us… well, to just me apparently.

But this wasn’t the reason I had a sleepless night going through pack documents. I was aware of Hunter’s disturbed mind and I didn’t was to him to bother with more pack problems.

Now, I stood in the main hall, going over the day’s agenda in my mind, when one of the palace guards approached me, his face looking serious.

The young man held out a letter, sealed with the seal of another pack obviously. “Sir,” the guard began, “this was delivered by a messenger from the Steeprock pack. I tried to find Alp