Camilla’s POVSomething felt… different.The searing flames that had once been licking at my skin earlier now felt like a warm, comforting embrace. “Wake up,” a familiar voice urged, though it sounded oddly distant, like it was coming from the end of a tunnel.“Camilla.”My eyes snapped open with a gasp, and I immediately looked around, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. The room spun, and I struggled to make sense of what was happening. “Camilla.”The voice came again, and I forced myself to focus. My gaze landed on Diana, who was staring at me from across the room.“Diana?” I croaked, confusion lacing my voice. My eyes trailed down to see her hands bound in heavy chains. Panic flared in my chest, and I instinctively tugged at my own hands, realizing with horror that I too was in the same position.“Why… why are we chained up?” I asked, my voice trembling. But Diana didn’t answer; her eyes were fixed on my face as if she were seeing a ghost. “Diana?” I called again, more urgently
Camilla’s POV“You fell over the waterfall, and it was all my fault. I took you there.” I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks.“No,” I whispered, my lips trembling.“Yes. Your name was Nia, and you are my sister,” she pressed, and I opened my eyes to look at her.It all made sense now. I never belonged to Green Hill Pack—I was never born there, and that was one of the reasons I was an outcast. I remembered living in the omegas' hall all my life. I didn’t have a family to go to, except for a woman, Willow, who would come to check up on me every now and then. She had told me that she found me washed up at the Pack's lake, and the only memory I had was that of waking up in the hospital as a six-year-old child.I took in a shaky breath and stared up at the ceiling. “Oh, goddess,” I whispered, then looked at Diana. “I have a family…. You’re my sister,” I choked, and a smile spread across her lips.“I was never able to live with myself. I hated myself that I was the reason you w
Seth’s POVI pulled out the burner phone from my pocket and looked at the time. It read 9:10 p.m., and I knew that those men would soon be here. I had masked my scent by rubbing a few wild cranberries that I found. I sat down on the branch of a tree as I waited for them to come.It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of a car and inched closer to get a good look, but I still couldn’t see them. It stopped just right under the tree, and two men came out of the vehicle.“I don’t know about this, Luca,” one of the men said with a sigh. “Doc mustn't find out what we’re doing.” He added, and the other—Luca—came next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.“Come on, Cole, relax. Doc's busy with his perfect toys to work on, and we’re just going to have some fun with her. When was the last time you let off some steam?” Luca joked, then took out a similar phone that rested in my back pocket.“Where’s Marcus?” Luca muttered and stepped away from the other man, Cole.I knew this was my chance,
Camilla’s POV“Seth?” I whispered, staring at the man through the brown curtains of my hair, standing on the other side of the metal bars, as if he were a ghost.He fumbled with the keys until he found the right one, unlocking the door. Seth rushed to my side, knelt down, and cupped my cheeks.“Camilla,” he breathed my name, while I shook my head, still trying to make sense of what was happening.“How—how did you find me?” I asked as he stood and examined the chains holding my hands.“Shit, Camilla. I’d love to explain, but there’s no time.” He hissed as his fingers brushed against the chains.“They’re made of silver,” I rasped, wincing. Seth stepped back and drew a gun from his hip.“Seth, wh—” My words were cut off by the deafening sound of a gunshot. The chains clattered to the ground, severed in the middle, freeing me, though the broken links still hung from my wrists.Seth grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet and leading me out of the cell. “We have to get out of here before the
Camilla's POV Home. Something I thought I would never get to see again. I never knew how long I had been held in that cell. Seth and I were in the pack’s hospital, with Alpha Zane and his Luna in the room with us. My blood sample had been taken for tests after I told them about the weird experiment that had been done to me. I didn’t have any wounds on me, save for the cuts on my arm and the redness from the chains that had held me up. “Oh, Camilla. How are you holding up?” Luna Ava asked. I blinked up at her from where I lay on the bed and tried to offer her a smile, but I just couldn’t. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to be fine.” I closed my eyes and released a shaky breath. When I turned to my right, Seth’s eyes were on me, watching me with a frown. “I’ll inform the federal werewolf government about this new location,” Alpha Zane said, fishing out his phone. I frowned at his words. What did he mean by ‘new’? But before I could ask, the door creaked open an
Camilla's POVI lay on the bed in the spare guest room that Tracey had so nicely given me. I tossed on the bed, finding it hard to go to sleep. With a deep sigh, I rolled off the bed, left the room, and found my way downstairs to the kitchen.I took a glass and poured myself some milk, but as I brought it to my lips, I heard a voice say, "What are you doing here?"I turned around, the rim of the glass still resting on my lips, and saw Tracey standing behind me with her hands crossed.I raised the glass of milk. "I was thirsty," I said.Tracey shook her head and pulled her dark braids over her shoulder while taking a step forward. "You know what I'm talking about. What are you doing in my home?"I frowned at her words. "Because Seth wants me here," I said, already feeling my anger rising.Tracey chuckled at my words, stepped even closer to me, and took the glass from my hand, placing it on the island. "No one wants you here. Not me, not my son, and soon Seth will realize it too."I gri
Camilla POVI felt out of place here.The house was buzzing with guests for Jorge’s birthday, and though the atmosphere was lively, I couldn’t shake the weight of eyes on me. Judging, whispering. I knew they must be wondering what I was doing here, or maybe they already knew about Seth and me.Worse yet, I could hear whispers—whispers about how I’d been kidnapped and experimented on. How did so many people know already? I’d only just returned yesterday.“Camilla.”Luna Ava’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. A familiar face. I smiled despite myself, feeling a flicker of ease.“Hi, Luna,” I greeted her, trying to muster warmth.She waved her hand dismissively, a soft smile on her face. “Oh, please, we’re past the formalities now. Just call me Ava.”She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “How are you holding up? Things must be really tense…” Her words trailed off as she glanced toward Seth and Tracey, who stood hand in hand with their son.My heart clenched painfully at the sight
Seth’s POV“Seth, people are watching,” Camilla said softly. Even though I tried to brush it off, the tension twisted in my gut.“It’s your son’s birthday,” she added before walking away. I wanted to follow her, but tiny hands tugged at mine. I looked down to see Jorge’s beaming eyes staring up at me.“Daddy, it’s time for cake,” he said, pulling me toward the crowd.Tracey appeared at my side as people gathered around us, singing the birthday song for Jorge. I scooped him into my arms, and when Tracey placed her hand on my shoulder, the knot in my chest tightened.“You couldn’t wait until after our son’s birthday to suck your mate’s face?” she hissed in my ear. My grip on Jorge tightened, but I forced a smile as he bounced in my arms.“Not now, Tracey,” I muttered through clenched teeth, trying to keep up appearances as the song ended.“Yeah, you should have thought of that,” she shot back as the crowd erupted into applause and the cake was cut.“Happy birthday, Jorgy!” Luna Ava cooe