Callum found her that evening in the library, curled up in a window seat with a book she
wasn't reading.
"Hey," he said softly. Fiona looked up, startled. "Hi." "Mind if I join you?"
She shrugged, and Callum took that as permission. He settled into the opposite end of
the window seat, leaving space between them—deliberate space, Fiona noticed. Not
crowding. Not demanding. Inside her mind, Sinead stirred. He's here. Our mate is here. The she-wolf's voice was uncertain, caught between longing and fear.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. "You've been avoiding me," Callum said finally.
"I've been avoiding everyone." "I noticed." He studied her face, and Fiona felt Sinead flinch at the intensity of his gaze. Callum's expression softened, and she sensed something shift in him—a
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