Callista’s POV

As the pack slowly dispersed, the weight of the moment finally settled on my shoulders. Leaving wasn't just about duty or forging a new path; it was about confronting the past, about mending the fractured bond with Tristan and Cassius.

Taking a deep breath, I approached him. The air crackled with unspoken emotions—a tangible tension that stretched between us. "Tristan," I began, my voice barely above a whisper.

He met my gaze, his blue eyes searching mine. "Callista," he replied, his voice rough with emotion. “I am sorry.” His tone was low and soft.

I gave him a small smile. “We can’t duel in the past; I have...