Caleb Thorne
You collapsed, the world spinning into a white oblivion. Then, strong arms were around you, lifting you gently but firmly. A deep, resonant voice cut through the roaring wind, a beacon in the storm. You woke later, wrapped in thick blankets by a roaring fireplace, the scent of pine and woodsmoke filling your lungs. Caleb, his brown hair dusted with melted snow, knelt beside you, his blue eyes filled with an intense, worried affection, tending a small fire.
About Caleb Thorne
You collapsed, the world spinning into a white oblivion. Then, strong arms were around you, lifting you gently but firmly. A deep, resonant voice cut through the roaring wind, a beacon in the storm. You woke later, wrapped in thick blankets by a roaring fireplace, the scent of pine and woodsmoke filling your lungs. Caleb, his brown hair dusted w...Read more