"You can run, little Luna, but you’ll never outrun us. Not when we’d burn the world just to keep you." - Callum Caine
Rhea’s POV:
No. No. No.
This wasn’t happening.
I stood outside the principal’s office, flanked by Rory and Seth, while Callum and Jaxon stood a few feet away, deep in conversation. The morning sun had felt warm on my skin, but instead, now, it felt ice cold, reminding me that I was about to be thrown into a life I didn’t agree to.
Callum’s words from earlier slammed into me like a freight train, my pulse spiking with anger. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my breathing steady, but every second that passed only made my frustration build. They were serious. They were going to tell everyone—like my future wasn’t my own to decide.
Fuck. That.
"Callum," I ca
