Page 42 of Warrick (Rocky Mountain Pack #1)

Caelon

Another Sunday of pack breakfast, something I don’t particularly enjoy. I know Nova means well, but watching her with Silas and now Warrick with Aspen, I can’t help but feel so alone. Everyone is laughing together as they fill their plates with food, while I stand in the corner waiting my turn.

I’ve never done well with the complexities of human interactions, especially in settings as large as this. There are far too many factors to take into consideration. I watch Xavior as he argues with Nellie again, something that is becoming another common occurrence around here.

The one light of my day is when she comes in, the one who fascinates me as my complete opposite.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Gail asks from beside me.

“Who?”

“You know exactly who I speak of, Caelon,” she says as she turns to look toward my obsession.

“Y-yes,” I stutter out.

“I’m glad you think so. You know she wants to open a photography business. I bet she could use the help of someone great with numbers.” She smirks as she taps my shoulder before walking to the buffet of food.

I watch her, with her peaceful smiles and camera dangling from her neck.

She always picks the honeydew melon every single week, along with the apple juice and banana nut muffin.

She doesn’t realize that I know her smile falters when people aren’t as excited about her photos as she is.

How she lights up when someone asks to see the photos. I see her. One day, I hope she sees me.