“So, how’d you do on the exam?” Jasmine asked me, sitting on a bench in Callum’s backyard in a tank top and a pair of shorts.
Other pack mates sat at tables and on picnic blankets around us, chatting with each other.
I sank deeper into my sweatshirt, unsure how anyone could be warm in this fall wind, and groaned in response.
Adan f*****g pissed me off.
Because of him, I failed that test, had a shitty attitude toward Callum earlier, and constantly looked over my shoulder to see if Adan was coming to find me again. If he kept coming around, then Mom and Dad would surely find me. I glanced over at Callum sitting at a table with a couple of his warriors—that was who he told me they were—and frowned.
I wouldn’t let Mom and Dad take anyone else away from me.
They had already stolen my life
