Kallisto's POV
I frown at Freya, trying to comprehend her question.
"Freya, you're requested in the dining room," a male's voice booms, breaking the moment.
A tall, muscular man with light hair and a scar on his cheek stands in the doorway, watching us.
Freya doesn't look back. Instead, she takes a deep breath and says, "Scar, I'll be right there."
Scar studies me for a long time, his expression somewhere between resentful and sympathetic.
I shrink under his stare.
Freya carries on. "Do you know why, Kallisto?"
"Freya," Scar insists authoritatively. "Your Alpha requests your presence."
She nods, staring at me. "Please, call the main house when you're ready. I will return to get you."
Freya exits the guest room, followed by Scar, who gives me a once-over before closing the door.
