Theon.One moment we were talking, and the next, all hell had broken loose.Dr. Haeger, Haden, Kellin, and I chase Callista down the hall, trying to catch up with her. But in her delirious state, she's so much faster and stronger than us, which is shocking because she hadn’t gained those qualities from her wolf. How is she doing that? What had the bears done to her? We had no idea, which means that we had no idea how to deal with her like this except to somehow restrain her.Our footsteps ring through the castle corridors, our voices calling out her name, imploring her to stop, but she doesn’t care about it. Before we can get to her, Callista manages to open the auxiliary entrance doors that lead to the ballroom, where almost all the pack danced in.Oh, no...The moment I saw Callista shudder as I leaned into her before, I knew something was wrong. Then I realized that I paid a witch earlier to alter the bubble protecting the pack borders to be rain repellent, so the festival could b

Theon.I'd told her. Finally, I accepted the fact.I don't get to ponder more on it, because the rain still falls, and Callista's episode continues. But this time she doesn't do anything as dangerous as nearly following a phantom towards her death. I hate the fact that her own mind is trying to kill her. How could it happen? What dark magic did the Chamber use to wreck Callista's mind so much within a few hours?I don't think she would be able to handle this happening again. Goddess knows I won't be.Callista's my mate. I'd acknowledged it before, but I had been reluctant to act on it. How could I when I'd betrayed her so much from the moment I met her? I'd paraded another woman in front of her, I'd imprisoned her to be mated to my brother, and I'd falsely accused her of murder. I was the antagonist in her life so how can I suddenly turn a page and be her mate?I still don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm sure that Callista won’t remember what I said before. She always forgets her

Callista.Once upon a time, I'd dreamed of going on a road trip.There was something so classic about them that appealed to my childish mind, something that we could have in common with humans, like school, but much more enjoyable than school and certainly more adventurous. Being confined to the pack was suffocating at times, regardless of the freedom if afforded, so escaping even for a little while was a dream.At first, I'd wanted to do it with my adoptive family, but the moment I'd asked them if we could, the answer had been a stout no. Followed by incredulous laughter. Later, I'd hoped that maybe I could make a trip after I graduate, along with Farris. I'm embarrassed to say that I planned the whole thing using a pink glitter pen in a little red scrapbook. I'd spent weeks on it, really.I was ready to bring it up to him after the coming-of-age ceremony. I was certain that he would jump on board, and it wouldn’t be hard to leave too because he was the Alpha after all. We didn’t hav

Callista.The Witches Guild covers an entire mountainside, with small, clattered buildings, all built on terraces, starting from the midway point all the way to the top. There is a long staircase looping through a rough incline to each of the smaller buildings.Mist covers half the mountain, and ethereal lights glow through the haze, making it appear pretty ghostly. In the dark of the night, I cannot count how many buildings there are, or how they are shaped. All I see are dimly lit silhouettes, but even then, it’s a majestic sight. On the top of the mountain, there was a tall tower, the very top of it hidden by actual clouds. It caps off the domineering picture created by the entire landscape in an aptly foreboding manner.As if they were trying to add to the effect, in front of every building stands a number of people, all dressed in cloaks and shrouded in shadows. An ominous air remains, and the silence is overwhelming. We get out of the car and walk towards the doorless gateway t

Callista. When I wake up the next morning, I feel fresher than I'd felt in a long time. There had been no nightmares last night, and my mind was far less haunted than before. My eyes and my head don't hurt from waking up from sleep numerous times, and for the first time in a while, I can enjoy the morning. Until I realize where I actually am. Sunlight streams inside the warded bedroom and the way it contrasts with the coldness in the atmosphere is almost delicious. I let them touch my skin, and warm me from the inside. When I breathe, I see fog. How far up in the sky am I? Stretching, I step into the bathroom and brush my teeth. I don't feel like taking a shower, but I want to make a good impression, so reluctantly I step under the water. It's nice and toasty while it lasts, but the minute I step out it feels like I'm freezing. It doesn't matter if the room is heated, the cold on the outside somehow seeps in. I quickly get dressed in the warmest clothes I can find and escape to