Third POV
“What did you just say?” Levi’s eyes widened as he stared at Callum, who remained frozen, eyes locked on the woman before him.
“She’s my mate,” Callum repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Levi blinked rapidly, trying to process the information. “How is this possible?”
The strange woman’s blue eyes darted between them, confusion written across her face. She was still catching her breath from the chase, her black hair disheveled and clothes torn in places. Despite her ragged appearance, her eyes were still bright.
She stared straight at Callum.
Callum was visibly conflicted. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he took a step back, then forward again, as if his body couldn’t decide whether to approach or retreat from the woman.
“I don’t understand,” he finally muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. “This can’t be happening.”
The woman frowned. “What’s wrong?” Her voice was soft but clear. “You feel it too, right?”
