Chapter 89

CALLISTA Three days. It’s been three days since that meeting at the border, and I still can’t get Alex out of my mind. I hate him. Or at least, I try to hate him. But the wolf inside me disagrees. She howls every night, demanding that we return to the border, find our mate, repair the relationship that was destroyed before it even began. And worst of all—my own body betrays me. Every time I close my eyes, I can feel the pull of that bond, like an invisible thread being pulled tight, creating a dull ache in my chest. I hated this. Hated that I had no control over my own feelings. “Callista, are you okay?” Seraphina's voice broke my reverie. I looked up from the cold coffee cup in my hand. We were sitting in the pack house dining room, where breakfast was usually lively, but today felt quieter because many warriors were out on patrol. “I'm fine,” I replied quickly. Too quickly. Seraphina looked at me with an incredulous expression, then sat down next to me. “You look like you haven't sle