Callum's POV
The house still smells like a wedding.
Ivory everywhere I look. Flowers gone brown overnight. The guests are gone. What hasn't moved is her perfume. Celeste never meant to leave this pack. She never meant to leave this house.
I come in the side door. Coat still on. Feet still raw from Paige's street. The cut hasn't been cleaned. I don't stop for it. If I sit down now, I lose the week two boys just gave me.
Celeste is already on the stairs.
"Callum." Sweet the second she sees me. She hasn't changed. The wedding dress is still on her. "You're back. I waited. The elders heard my vow. You never finished yours. That doesn't void what I said. It still stands."
"Out."
She blinks. The hurt arrives on time.
"Why. Because Paige walked back in?" She comes down a step. "Five years
