Hailee's POV
The road to Callum's pack felt endless.
The air inside the car was thick and heavy, pressing down on my chest.
I sat beside Nathan, staring out the window as trees and hills blurred past. His hand was wrapped around mine—warm, steady—but my thoughts were far away.
I was thinking about Oliver.
About my baby.
About everything I had lost.
About what I was supposed to say to Callum after everything that had happened.
My chest hurt with every thought.
When we finally reached the border of Callum's territory, armed guards stepped forward at once, blocking the road.
"State your business," one of them said sharply.
"I'm here to see Callum," I said, forcing my voice to stay calm, even as my fingers tightened around Nathan's hand. "And Oliver."
The guard frowned. "You're not welcome here."
Nathan leaned forward, his presence filling the space. "Move."
The guard stiffened when he recognized him. "Alpha Nathan—"
