Novel & Cerita Callie Torres Now

“We’ve already shaken the foundation. But she’s more ruthless than I thought.” The woman’s voice was smooth. Cold. “Then make her bleed. Publicly.” Torres nodded. “Understood.” He ended the call and sat back, anxiety pressing against his chest. Miles away, the woman who had called turned off her phone. She sat alone in a high-rise apartment, surrounded by silence. On the coffee table in front of her was an old photo—two young women smiling, arms wrapped around each other. **One was Camila Antonio.** The other?

Isaac did the same, then we both slid into our seat. His muscles were tense, and his breathing was dark. He started the car with a little force. This didn't scare me. He doesn't scare me. I'm Callie Janet, the number 1 speed demon in the Glint pack.The ride as awkward and silent. This worried me, he so knows. I took calming breaths and prepared myself for rejection. We pulled into our driveway, he took out his keys grabbed his bag and went inside the house.

I take Callie out the office before walking around the pack grounds, still keeping a close distance to the hospital. "So how have you been lately?" I ask her, knowing that she doesn't want to talk about Adrian. She smiles happily before telling me how amazing her new school is. I can only smile and be happy for her. She deserves this, after all she's been through, I could only say that she is strong. Some people commit suicide after being rejected but not Callie, she moved on and is getting back to her old self. "How is he?" She suddenly asks, making me frown sadly. I sigh before explaining the situation. Her shoulders slump as she listens to it all.

Then the tent flap burst open and she spun around, her hands coming up defensively, fire sparking at her fingertips again. Autumn stood in the entrance, taking in the scene, the unconscious Kael on the floor, Callie with flames dancing around her hands. A slow, proud smirk spread across her face. "Damn, girl," Autumn said, stepping inside. "Remind me not to piss you off." She started moving toward Callie, but Callie immediately scooted backward, her hands still raised, fire still burning. "Stay back," Callie warned, her voice shaking. Autumn stopped, her smirk fading into confusion. "Callie, it's me. We're here to rescue you."

“I’m not Cameron now. I’m Iris.” He chuckled. “So, you think I won’t beat you up?” Cameron walked next to Waylon and put her hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine if you do, but it would be terrible if you accidentally hit Mr. Goldmann here.” Only the three of them could hear that conversation. Sunny looked at the hand that was on Waylon’s shoulder and saw that Waylon didn’t mind it, so he burst out with a joyful laugh. “Willy, Ms. Torres is such an interesting person. Since she’s here now, you should show her around this place.”

“On supernatural stuff. If my guess is right, something is wrong with Matteo’s wolf.” “Oh Selene. What are we going to do? Who's the person you say you know? Can we take him there immediately?” Her voice lowered in some kind of reassuring tone. “Chill out, Callie, maybe I can help without involving a third party. I’m coming to the hospital. Don’t move. Just text me the address.” “What are you talking about?” I whispered, confused and afraid to hope. “Callie.” “Yes?” “There are things about me you don’t know yet.”