I still went to Caleb's containment area.

"Luna, you're late today."

A flicker of irritation shone in his amber eyes.

He sniffed the air, his tone sharpening,

"You smell like another beast. Who have you been with?"

I'd almost forgotten. A wolf's sense of smell is keen.

He clearly didn't know he'd been reassigned yet.

And I had no intention of being the one to tell him.

"Probably just from walking past the other enclosures," I deflected.

Caleb's gaze dropped to my empty hands. He mentioned it offhandedly,

"Didn't you say a few days ago… that you'd written something for me?"

"You must have misheard."

My tone was flat.

His expression stiffened for a fraction of a second.

Then he turned away, feigning nonchalance. "…Is that so."

Sensing my unusual silence,

Caleb spoke up again,

"Your birthday is next week. Any plans?"

I gave a non-committal shrug.

"Haven't decided."

"Oh? Usually, you're chattering about it a month in advance. This year is different."

Caleb cleared his throat.

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

"Do you… want to go see the fireflies with me?"