All Chapters of Caleb: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

   The arrow zipped through the air and hit the target with a precision any veteran marksman would be envious of, splitting the last arrow to hit the bull’s-eye in two.  It was a rare precision in these parts, or any at all in the entire country, it’s rarity made it only available to the sight of a few people once in a long while. Some treasures were shared with others, and others were to be enjoyed in the solitude of the one who possessed them.   This was one of those gifts that rarely left the secrets of the woods. It was shrouded brilliantly, even though in existence for more than five decades, only the forests witnessed those rare moments when focus met resilience and precision was born. For many years, only the forests had known, until recently when a few people were welcomed into the fold, but even they, seldom participated or witnessed the kind of peace only archery could bring to an otherwise troubled soul.&

   Cassandra couldn’t be at ease, she felt that something was about to happen. She couldn’t quite put a finger to it, but a part of her was anxious.   Since Dinah left her room, she had been uneasy. She hoped the girl hadn’t gone to Caleb to spill her guts out, but knowing how much she worshipped him, she most likely had. He was yet to show up here though which made her wonder, had he perhaps disregarded the message?   Even as much as a small part of her didn’t want to see the man, another side wouldn’t stop wishing he would just show up, that side that kept invading her thoughts. That side that kept telling her to do things or at least kept shoving freaky imageries in her head when it wasn’t telling her what to do. She almost felt insane.   Her eyes went to the door, contemplating the sense in walking out for the first time since she regained consciousness. What w

     He knew the minute they arrived upon pack grounds that she was here. As soon as he stepped into the house, her delicious scent wafted into his nose and sent him into overdrive, he ran to his wing of the house, house staff giving him curious looks as he sped past them, but none crazy enough to get in his way. It was a rare sight to find him running through the house, Roy was a big guy and he knew that enough to not rattle the occupants of the house by running, but there were exceptions and today was one of those days that he had to implement such exceptions.   He was in the bathroom in record time and scrubbed through his large frame even faster. The excitement of his wolf to meet their mate resonated through him, causing him to smile stupidly at intervals throughout his preparation whenever he remembered her pretty face. She seemed so delicate in the picture though, that thought gave him pause. He was a brute in every sense of the

    Kylie’s thoughts were going haywire, she didn’t know if she was to run back into the toilet and shut the door or run towards the direction she and Lydia had come from, screaming for help. She doubted either was a smart idea; the former because he looked like he wouldn’t have to exert much energy to bring the door down if he wished and the latter because she could bet he would have his hand over her mouth before the first decibel escaped her lungs.   So rather than do any of the two options she had in mind, she remained frozen on the spot.   He noticed her lack of further movement and smiled at her- or at least she thought that was what he was aiming for when he contorted his features, “I didn’t get to introduce myself properly, I’m Roy.” He spoke up, although his voice was still that rumbling baritone, it didn’t sound as harsh as it did when he had announced

   Kennedy watched him incredulously as he swaggered his way back to where she was standing, “I want to stay a little longer.”   “And I want to sleep.” She retorted.   “So do I, but I can’t seem to do that alone.”  What the hell did that even mean? And why was his insomnia any of her business?, “You can’t sleep alone, what are you? Five? You need mama to tuck you in and read you a bedtime story? Maybe I should get a glass of milk for you and leave the lights on just in case you get scared of the dark.” She teased   He suddenly reached for her and pulled her into his hard body, eliciting a gasp from her throat, he leaned to her ear and whispered, “Or maybe I just need you in my bed.” Her eyes widened at his insinuation, even as her body hummed in anticipation for the sinful pleasure such an offer presented. The m