Callie’s POV
The silence that followed was worse than the noise.
“Let’s go,” Asher said at last, his tone low and leaving little room for argument.
I didn’t answer right away. I looked in the direction of my house, even though I couldn’t see it from there. I could feel it, though—the distant echo of a place that, until a few hours ago, had been everything I had.
“I can go back on my own,” I said finally.
Jonas didn’t look away.
“No.”
The answer was so simple it irritated me.
“I wasn’t asking for permission.”
“And we’re not giving it,” Asher added, just as calmly.
I clenched my jaw.
“You don’t get to decide for me.”
“You almost killed someone tonight,” Jonas said, his voice still even—but sharp enough to cut through me. “That’s something you decided. And you received your wolf p
