Hi, Silver. And everyone else. Not really sure why you invited me but you offered breakfast so…
I learned from the Wolves in the Moonstruck books that the way to a werewolf’s heart is through his stomach. Can you fill us in a little on what it was like to grow up with Sade?
Seriously? She’s an absolute pain in the ass. Did you know I had to escort her to the debutante ball? And would she let me wear a black tux like everyone else? Nope. She wore black and I had to wear white tails. I have to admit, the looks we got were pretty cool.
I’m sure! What about wolf society? Can you talk about it? I mean, you didn’t exactly grow up in the pack. You grew up in Mathias’ mansion in Turtle Creek.
I was lucky. Romulus Jones, my alpha, was always nearby in case I needed advice and to help me through the rough spots. We’re born as wolves and don’t change until puberty.
Speaking of, what’s the deal with you and Ariel?
*rumblegrowlgrrrrrrrumble* Wolves can be allergic to faerie dust. And I am. Big time. The sorry sonavabuck enjoys trapping me in wolf form during those times when I really need opposable thumbs. But I still have a hunk of really expensive linen framed and hanging on my wall. I almost had him that night out on Sade’s balcony. Someday…
You may complain about him, but I get the feeling that if push came to shove, and Sade was in danger, y’all would put aside any animosity and ride to the rescue. Together.
*shrugs* Maybe. Ari is such a glory hound, he’d argue about who went through the door first.
Do you have time to stick around to answer questions today? I have some steaks I can throw on the grill.
Sure. And I’d stick around even without the steaks. I like your readers. They’re awesome. They can ask away.
So here you go. Here’s your chance to get up close and personal with Caleb. Ask any questions you have. And Psssst. Sade slipped this to me yesterday. Yes, this au naturale pic of Caleb is a thumbnail. Click on it. It’ll get bigger. Like Caleb. 😉