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Luke's POV

I was mad. I hissed as I stormed out of father's chambers. This was the fourth time in a week that he would get me mad. Why couldn't he stop worrying about Caleb and asking me about him? He wasn't my responsibility and why did I need to care about him?

I had far many other things to worry about. Caleb was a weirdo. He didn't like staying for too long within the pack. He was an adventurer and would be back when he wanted to. When he was tired of traveling all around the fields. Father knew that and yet wouldn't stop asking me about him. I swore that one of these days, that boy would get himself in trouble and I would be happy to scorn dad for giving him that much freedom to begin with.

I was going to snap if father called me to ask Caleb again.

"My lord," a guard called from behind me.

"What?" I snapped at him as I stopped in my tracks, wishing that it was father I was snapping at.

The guard swallowed, seeming to think over his reason for calling me.

"What?" I snapped again