Chapter 107

CALLISTA It had been three days since the confrontation with Alex, and I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his expression—hurt, angry, disappointed. Every time I tried to focus on work, the bond between us tugged at my chest with an almost physical pain. I hate this. I hate how my body resists my own decisions. I hate how every fiber of my being screams to return to him. “Callista, you look terrible.” I look up from the documents I'm not even really reading. Seraphina is standing in the doorway of my office, her face full of concern. “Thanks,” I reply dryly. “Just what I wanted to hear today.” She enters and closes the door behind her. “When was the last time you slept?” “Sleep is for people who don't have a pack to protect,” I grumble, trying to refocus on the documents. Seraphina snatched the document from my hand. “Stop. You won't be useful to anyone if you collapse.” I wanted to protest, but she was right. I felt exhaustion in my bones, a burden that was not only