He wished the bullet had done its job. ✔️
Already, Caleb wasn’t a fan of this Asa guy.✔️
He expected the fiery heat of Hell.✔️
The thought of being bed-bound made him nauseous. The idea of needing help was even worse.✔️
Who the fuck thinks of this shit? Is a weekend in the forest so different than a weekday that it needs a shampoo named for it? He snorted at the thought.✔️
Coming close to death didn’t give him the clarity it gave others. He still felt blackness and despair threatening to crush his soul.✔️
Self-loathing still crowded out any shred of positivity he could hope to harbor somewhere inside himself.✔️
There was no good way to explain to someone how bleak and worthless he felt.✔️
Prognosis: SNAFU. Caleb is back to his normal dismal self. Can you believe I didn't include half of Caleb's depressing remarks?
I loved the insight into Caleb's thoughts in this chapter. It shows how far he needs to go before he can forgive himself. There are small bits of interesting information like his appetite seems to be recovering. The big thing is that just when he doesn't want it to happen, he has finally found his Mate!
Nice setup for the next chapter @kbois! Now I'm all angsty. To quote kbois,
Honestly? I expected you to reveal this much later. You are full of surprises in this story my friend.