The Main House—as Caleb calls it—is quiet. Maybe the pack members are at the picnic Caleb mentioned, and I don’t have to meet anyone new. Tomorrow, if I am less tired, I might consider it, but for now, Caleb is more than enough. Even talking to him becomes tedious. We make it to the kitchen without bumping into anyone. Inside, a male—probably Blade—is singing. While I am not good with music, I am sure he missed more than a few notes. Caleb brings his index finger to his mouth—I think. Understanding what he means, I nod, and Caleb slowly opens the door to the kitchen, and after a quick peek, he tiptoes inside. From the doorframe, I watch how Caleb goes to the freezer and opens it. Blade, who has his back to us, is washing some dishes and singing from the top of his lungs. I am surprised Blade hadn’t caught Caleb’s scent. Caleb turns to me, and after pointing to the sink, he makes his way there. I am waiting to see what Caleb is up to when he suddenly snatches two spoons put to dry,
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