That evening, Callum's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then answered
immediately. "Alpha Kieran," he said formally.
Fiona looked up from where she sat curled in the window seat of Callum's sitting room, her knees hugged to her chest. The evening light spilled through the tall arched windows, bathing the room in warm gold and painting shifting patterns on the stone floor. The faint scent of pine from the surrounding woods mingled with the comforting aroma of old books and well-worn leather, making the space feel like a refuge from the uncertainty outside.
Her father?
Kieran, Triton recognized immediately, his presence settling into a calm alertness. Pack alpha. Fiona's father. TRUST.
"Yes, she's here. She's safe." Callum listened, his expression softening as Triton's
protective
