A Couple of Days Ago
Callyx’s POV
After the surprise party, I barely had a moment to process anything before Mark shoved me into his car. Matt trailed behind us, silent, unreadable.
Being the oldest in our group, Mark didn’t need to explain himself. The man just acted, dragging me off before I could even blink. The night was quiet, the sky shifting from warm amber to a deep blue velvet. Stars scattered like whispers across the dark. Night had always been a kind of magic—gentle, still, familiar.
But the ride back was anything but peaceful.
Matt didn’t speak. Mark stared straight ahead.
Not a word. Not a sound.
Just tension, and the pulsing beat of the word that now lived in my chest:
Mate.
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An Hour Later
I sat on the hideout couch, drowning in thoughts I didn’t ask for. The memo
