Greys Callie Novels & Stories

She was not impressed. “Hey guys. This is Grace, Alpha Dean’s daughter and Stella, beta Titus’s daughter.” We raised our hands when our names were announced. “That is Callie, Ethan’s sister.” They looked like they could be twins. However, she looked like the perfect model. “That is Beta Damon and his younger brother Conner and sister Natalia.” Kyle said. “It is so great to meet you!” Callie came bounding over to us. She had a bubbly personality, with black hair and dark eyes.

Autumn stood beside Max, her eyes glowing with hybrid power, caught between two worlds just as Callie was. The final image burned into her mind with searing clarity: A choice. Alliance… or total war that would consume everything. **** Callie gasped as she returned to the present, her body convulsing. Damon caught her instantly, pulling her into his lap on the cold balcony floor. His arms wrapped around her protectively. "Callie! Talk to me," he urged, fear sharp in his voice. She clutched his shirt, breathing hard, her body shaking with the intensity of what she'd experienced. Her flames slowly calmed, retreating back into her skin, but her eyes still glowed with residual power.

Mallory looks at Daniel as if she is afraid he’s going to attack her again and grabs her phone. "I have a very important call," she lies in an extremely obvious way with a grimace and almost runs off towards the stairs, leaving me alone with an angry alpha. I know inside me that he would never hurt me, but I still feel incredibly intimidated by his stare that literally won't leave me for a second.

I mumbled before answering the call, earning a smirk form Zach. "Alpha Heath," I greeted him with forced civility, keeping my tone neutral. "Felix," Marcus replied, his voice tinged with a mix of urgency and hesitation, "he doesn't even have the decency to call you alpha," Creed growled in my head. "The rogue problem has escalated beyond our control. We need your help."

It’s only when reality comes crashing back a heartbeat later that I grasp the finality of the silence. Callum is dead. I’m a forensic analyst, but I was trained at the CIA. I’m not supposed to be thrown by violence. I’ve seen the photos of Gina’s crime scene; I’ve seen the ledger of death the Crimson Dragons have written across New York. Yet this is different—I can only blink and stare, completely shaken to my core. One moment Callum was kneeling right next to me, mouthing off to Tess and the guards with that arrogant, sacrificial grin. And now… now he has a hole in his head where his smirk used to be.