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...