Caleb POV
As lightning-fast pain shot through my head, the old book fell from my hands. I pressed my hands together against my temples to fight the feeling of dizziness that was about to knock me over. It was my third headache in two days, and each one was getting worse.
Thought to myself, "Focus, Caleb," and picked up the old book again. "The pack needs answers."
For forty-eight hours straight, I had been living in the library on coffee and resolve. There were old books, maps, and notes in my messy handwriting on every table. The other people in my pack thought I was crazy for doing study all day instead of helping clean up after the battle.
They didn't get it, though. The Void Walkers were giving me the creeps. The way they moved, the way they picked their targets, the way they seemed to know things they shouldn't know. It was like solving a puzzle with missing pieces, and I couldn't rest until I found them.
