Novel & Cerita Callum Drift

“You have three seconds to tell me why I shouldn’t cut you down.” The man’s eyes darted to Ethan, entertained. “Such Avatar of so earnest to do battle unknowing.” Rhea’s voice was sharp. "Enough games. Speak." The man exhaled a huff, like he was weighing whether we were worth his time. "My name is Callum. And I had been the one who warned Elena Rivera of the prophecy. The one that caused her to hide you.” The breath in my chest petrified. "What did you just say?"

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

"Callum Calloway's cell was found empty an hour after Wren and Rhydian left the prison two days ago. The guards assumed he'd simply been moved to different quarters on someone's authority. Nobody thought to verify the order until my inquiry tonight." The camp falls utterly silent, every person present understanding, in the same terrible instant, exactly what that confirmation means. I feel my knees threaten to buckle beneath me, and it's only Rhydian's steady arm around my shoulders that keeps me fully upright. Around us, exhausted faces catch the dying firelight, every one of them absorbing the same cold, sinking certainty that whatever waits for us at dawn has already changed shape entirel

“You weren’t there, Juno. You didn’t see what I saw. I protected her. That’s all I did.” “That’s not all you did,” Callum growled, stepping between us. “You’ve been manipulating both of them. I saw the way she looks at you, hell, I saw the way you look at her. It’s twisted.” “Twisted?” Adrian scoffed, turning on him. “You think you can judge me? You don’t even know what’s going on in this house!” “I know enough,” Callum said, voice rising. “You’re a grown man playing goddamn emotional chess with a teenager.”

Bank statements with Kaiden's name on them authorised by Callum, meetings and business deals he was a part of. Large sums of money leaving Kaiden's accounts were traced to Callum. Fully immersed, I swipe through footage and pictures of Callum taken by Kaiden's men who were tailing him. As I continue to swipe through the files, I notice the transactions and meetings ended abruptly. I run through the calculations. Three months later Callum was found dead. Looking at the amount of money Callum stole from Kaiden, dread fills me. I'm not leaving this place any time soon.

“You don’t believe in twelve years of disaster?” He smiled revealing a dimple in his right cheek. “I’m a sceptic, but I’m here anyway.” He was the first person who doubted the significance of the mating run. “Who are you?” I tilted my head to the right. He smirked. “Callum. I’ve been dying to speak to you.” He took a step forward. “Why?” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Well, anyone who’s brave enough to stand in front of a ruthless court of Alphas and demand justice is someone of interest.”

"The cliff was theatre. She wasn't supposed to be genuinely endangered." "She went into a river in the dark." "Yes. Callum has recalibrated his definition of theatre." "Good," I said. "He should keep recalibrating in the direction of never doing that again." Callum looked at me for a long moment with the expression of someone who found this response both reasonable and inconvenient. "You know the name Warren Holt," he said. Not a question. The name was a stone dropped in water. Everything rippled. "Say that again," I said, very quietly.

Him. Callum was in the hallway. Moving toward Dara's office, which meant Dara had already called him, which meant we had exactly the window between the office door and the next person walking past. Thirty seconds. Maybe less. He saw my face. 'He always sees my face.' "It was him," I said. Low. Fast. "Dara has documentation." Callum looked at me. One second. Two. "Tonight we play football," he said. "Callum—"

He slams backward, skidding across dirt and ash before crashing spine-first into a tree and splitinering it on impact. Blood sprays from his mouth as he collapses forward, coughing violently, and for a moment, the clearing goes dead silent… …Then, Callum laughs. “Ah,” he says, eyes alight. “There it is.” He straightens slowly, blood dripping onto the roots at his feet. “Finally,” he grins in delight. “Someone that knows how to have a little fun.” Unlike Liam, Adrian doesn't seem the slightest bit moved by Callum's jests. Not visibly, that is. But I feel it. The rumbling in my bones erupting from his scent as he steps up.

Jensen gasp and mumbles about him being a spooky bastard. “I’ve been here the entire time, Romeo. You just now noticed me. We never travel alone. We move in teams,” Callum replies with a growl. Callum has a husky, raspy voice that cracks when he uses his voice too much. His vocal cords were damaged when he was a teenager. “Don’t kill Carter for this just yet,” Storm pleads. “Is this something we should kill him for?” Jase rebuts. “We are not killing my brother again! I don’t care what he is doing. We’ll fix it like we always have,” I say to all the men here. Besides, if anyone kills my twin, it should be me. He has a lot to redeem himself for and must live.