Caleb POV
The heavy book slammed shut in my hands as another pack member burst through the library door without knocking. I jumped, my heart racing as the sound echoed through the quiet room.
"Caleb! There you are!" It was Mrs. Henderson from the bakery, her face bright with joy. "I have the most wonderful story to tell you about you and Lily!"
I groaned quietly and set the book down. This was the fifth person today who wanted to "help" me remember my bond with Lily. Yesterday there had been seven. The day before, nine.
"Mrs. Henderson, I really appreciate you trying to help, but—"
"Oh, nonsense!" She plopped down in the chair across from me, totally ignoring my protest. "This story is too sweet not to share. It was last summer, and you brought Lily daisies every single day for two weeks straight. She kept them in a little vase by her window, and she'd smile every time she looked at them."
