(BLUE'S POV)
I hadn't gone hunting in far too long.
Ever since that day in the chemistry lab—when I watched Caleb shatter Mason's heart and I decided, in a single heartbeat, that no one would ever hurt him again—I had been glued to his side. Protecting him. Making sure he was never alone. I had declined every pack hunt invitation from Blake and the others, claiming I had "things to handle." They didn't push; they knew me well enough to sense when something (or someone) had become my entire focus.
I never regretted that decision. Not even once.
But the hunger was becoming impossible to ignore.
