Callum's POV
Nathan and Peter were just seconds away from attacking each other when Hailee stepped between them. Her voice was shaky but strong enough to stop them.
"Please, stop!" she said.
Nathan's fists were clenched, his wolf ready to break free. He looked ready to kill. And honestly, I didn't blame him. I was boiling too; every word that came out of that Lycan King's mouth was driving me insane.
But I knew better. Violence wouldn't fix this. Not now.
"Nathan," I said firmly, stepping closer. "Violence, isn't it."
He turned his glare on me, his chest rising and falling fast. For a second, I thought he'd ignore me, but then he looked at Hailee standing between them and slowly stepped back.
Peter smirked, his arms still crossed like he had all the control in the world. He gave a short scoff, shaking his head. "I honestly wonder what Hailee ever saw in you men," he said, his tone dripping with mockery.
