Chapter Seven: Fractured Trust
CALLUM
The night air was sharp, cold enough to sting as I bounded through the woods in wolf form. The wind rustled through the treetops, carrying faint scents that told me everything except what I needed to know. My brothers and I were scattered, noses to the ground, ears twitching for even the smallest hint of her presence.
Liana.
Her name etched in my thoughts, louder than I’d like to admit. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She’d barely been with us for a night before she bolted, leaving behind nothing but her scent and the faint blood trails from her battered feet
And I knew—deep down, in the part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge—that I was to blame.
I shook the thought off, focusing instead on the search. My paws sank into the soft earth a
