[ The inside of his chest goes cold. There's a split second between hearing and processing the last word that comes out of Ye Typical Bully's mouth, a dread that tenses everything inside and shifts his body language from quietly closed off to spilling open in a sloppy attempt to get every single guard up.
The stranger knows his name - his last name. Caleb hasn't told anyone, he hasn't made any ties to where he came from or who his parents are. Not Santiago Holt, not Petra Dodrescu, not any mention of the neighborhood or the other dogs in his personal pack.
Santiago sometimes mentions names of kids that Caleb grew up with, most of them older, that he doesn't remember meeting. They might not have stuck around long enough to register, Caleb might have simply been too young. Whatever the case, if he knows who and what Caleb is, that's a problem. ]
-- shut up. [ It's a hiss, followed by another failure: trying to discreetly search around for anyone who might have heard it. ] You can't call me that.
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The stranger knows his name - his last name. Caleb hasn't told anyone, he hasn't made any ties to where he came from or who his parents are. Not Santiago Holt, not Petra Dodrescu, not any mention of the neighborhood or the other dogs in his personal pack.
Santiago sometimes mentions names of kids that Caleb grew up with, most of them older, that he doesn't remember meeting. They might not have stuck around long enough to register, Caleb might have simply been too young. Whatever the case, if he knows who and what Caleb is, that's a problem. ]
-- shut up. [ It's a hiss, followed by another failure: trying to discreetly search around for anyone who might have heard it. ] You can't call me that.