KALEB
What the hell am I doing?
None of this is going according to plan—not that I even know what the plan is anymore. I don't have a name for whatever this mess has become.
I hate change. I so fucking hate it. Especially the kind that sneaks in uninvited, dismantling the walls I've carefully built. And this? This is the worst kind—unpredictable, unplanned, and completely out of my control. Nothing unsettles me more than not being able to see the next move before it happens.
And right now, I'm flying blind.
The plan is simple—get into Hope's memory and find out what exact bloodline she's from. I'm beginning to think all my years of hatred and well-planned destruction were for the wrong girl. And if she really was with Kendrick, I will make sure she sleeps forever. That would give her a happy ever after with her family after all.
And I do fucking hate that I'm back at my pack alone and feeling as miserable as I am a few days after escaping Mr. Kendrick's torture room.
