113. Phone call

Theon.

I’m making an inventory of the tower ammunition when I get a call from an unknown number.

"That's strange," I muse, staring at the screen and trying to flit through all the contacts I knew in my head to see where it was coming from. Werewolves never really got unknown contacts like this; we pretty much knew everyone around.

Kellin walks over to me and takes a look of his own at the screen.

"Huh. Isn't that your personal number?" He asks, "The one you only give to your most trusted and guard like a dragon with an egg?"

I roll my eyes, "I don't guard it. I’m cautious, aren’t you the one who used to rag me about having a sense of self-preservation worth an Alpha King?"

"Well, I sure am glad you’re taking me up on that so well.” I decide to ignore his sass and press the green call button.

"This is Theon Rexellen," I answer, instead of saying 'hello', "Who is this?"

"Theon?" A familiar female voice comes from the other side, and I stand straight up, "it's Callista. Sorry for the n