Callum POV
Waiting for her was wearing me thin.
Each passing hour stretched longer than the last, my patience fraying in a way I despised admitting—even to myself. I knew she was different. Alpha Prince Carter had made that clear when he contacted me personally, informing me he would be delivering a specialized food—something she would need to consume daily for a week, following the seed she had already taken. It appeared she had chosen to reveal the absolute truth of who she was, no masks, no borrowed forms.
That alone unsettled me.
‘Maybe she’ll be more flexible now,’ Dozer drawled lazily, his tone laced with amusement I didn’t share.
I ignored him, jaw tightening. His curiosity leaned too easily toward cruelty, and I couldn’t afford mistakes—not with the information my father had e
