Callum's POV
My chest tightened so hard it hurt. That scent—sweet honey wrapped with nutmeg—flooded through the cracks of the door. I gritted my teeth, my hand already twitching to rip it open.
Ten years. Ten years of hunting, of torture, of losing sleep. And now she returned like she didn't even reach out to me.
Leo's hand lifted, like he meant to stop me.
"Alpha Callum—"
I snapped my head toward him, my eyes flashing with rage.
"Don't," I warned, my voice rough. "Don't test me, Leo. You're Nathan's Beta, I respect that. But if you stand between me and Hailee, I'll put you on the floor."
He clenched his jaw, hesitating, then dropped his hand.
"Let's knock..."
"I won't." I bit out.
My wolf pressed hard against my skin, snarling, restless. Of course she wasn't our mate, but my wolf has come to accept her.
