“She’s drunk!” I practically yelled, my hands gripping my own hair in sheer desperation. I was fighting the overwhelming urge to cross the room, shove Raiden out of the way, and press her down into the mattress myself. “We can’t do this—”
“Greyson?”
Her voice was so small. So terribly, heartbreakingly small.
I forced my eyes up to her face. Callie was still kneeling on the mattress in her lace underwear, but now her arms were wrapped protectively around her own stomach. Her chin was tucked to her chest, and thick, heavy tears were welling up in her violet eyes, threatening to spill over her dark lashes.
“You wouldn’t let anyone else near me all night,” she sniffled, a stray tear tracking down her flushed cheek. Her lower lip wobbled dangerously. “You said I belonged to the pack. You cl
