CALLUM
The ride home felt like torture. I stared out the window, watching the world blur past, but all I could see was Lila's face twisted in anger and hurt. The words she'd thrown at me replayed on a loop, each one cutting deeper than the last. I'd tried to protect her, to keep her safe from this life, but instead I'd pushed her away. Now it felt like I'd lost her for good.
Beside me, my driver and one of the pack sentinels, Miles, kept his eyes on the road. His silence was a heavy reminder of the mess I'd created. I couldn't bear to think about the consequences, but I knew I had to. The pack came first—that was the rule, always. But today, all I could think about was how I'd let Lila down, how I'd shattered whatever trust she had in me.
"Miles," I finally said, my voice rough. "You'r
