Callum’s POV
No one was in the mood to finish the solstice feast after that. I couldn’t blame them.
A student was dead.
Julie Palmer. Dead. Torn apart by rogues with eight pizza boxes in her possession.
The worst part was the fact that the rogues didn’t even take the food. They weren’t starving. They just wanted to kill an innocent girl.
I looked at Bianca, studying her expression. I had seen the way she pinched her other friend’s back. The way he stumbled forward, confused and afraid. No one believed him when he said he wasn’t the one to send Julie on that mission. The principal certainly didn’t.
But as I watched Bianca, a small voice in the back of my mind—not just my wolf this time, but something else, something deeper—whispered that there was more to this than m
