Callum's POV
I growled and tossed the phone away. She was refusing to pick up my call, nor was she responding to my texts. I didn't do anything wrong. What happened was a mistake, and it wasn't even my fault, so why was she blaming me for it?
The video had already been taken down. I knew she was probably embarrassed or hurting, but damn it, I just wanted to be there for her. I wanted to help… to hold her. Why was she pushing me away like this?
With a heavy sigh, I collapsed onto the couch, dragging my hands down my face.
My wolf had been dead silent all day. He wasn't offering advice, comfort, or even snide remarks like usual. Nothing.
"Should I give up on her?" I muttered, talking to him.
Still, no answer. He probably knew the truth—there was no point trying to talk me out of it. I wasn't giving up on Hailee. Not now. Not ever.
The sudden buzz of my phone jolted me, and I sprang forward, hoping it was her. But the name on the screen made my face twist into a frown.
Dad.
