Betrayed by Blood~
Callum slammed the door to the room shut, kicking off his boot roughly. He grabbed a glass of water sitting on his table and gulped it down, swiping the bits of water that trickled down his chin with the back of his hand. He dragged his hand over his face, frustration and anger bubbling inside of him.
How did he manage to mess it up so badly? Xander should've never stepped into the pack. He shouldn't even be alive, and yet…
Callum groaned in frustration. Everything was crumbling before his eyes. He had worked so hard to have everything go smoothly, only for it all to crumble this way. If only he had stuck a bullet in Xander's head that day.
His phone buzzed from inside his pocket, and he took it out, a distasteful sneer coming to rest on his face. He swiped left, cutting the call off. Of course, the caller didn't stop. They kept calling until he picked up.
Callum placed the phone against his ear. "What?" he barked out angrily.
