LILA
The words tumbled from my lips, hollow and unconvincing. "Callum and I weren't an item anyway. I'm putting this whole mess behind me."
Callum's mother's eyes narrowed, her lips pressing into a thin line. My weak attempt hadn't satisfied her.
"Well, it isn't that simple, child," she said, condescension threading through every syllable. "The harder you push, the tighter he'll cling."
A burst of laughter escaped me, sharp and bitter. "Are you seriously telling me your son can't take no for an answer?"
"It's not his fault," she insisted, something dangerous flashing in her eyes. "You have no idea the strength it takes to resist."
My feet were moving before I realized it, carrying me away from this madness. "I'm done here. I'm leaving right now."
"Werewolves have something called
