Chapter 88

Camilla’s POV

Three days later, we were finally heading home. I held Lucien in my arms, healthy and safe, with Seth walking beside me. The weight of the past few days seemed to lift a bit as we reached the pack house door. Seth unlocked it and pushed it open, leading us inside.

As we stepped through, I took a deep breath. The familiar smell of home filled my lungs, but it felt like forever since I’d been here, like a lifetime had passed since we last walked through these doors.

“Camilla?” a small, unsure voice called out. I looked over at the couch and saw Ava sitting there, her baby, Fiona, playing on the floor with Jorge.

Before I could answer, Jorge’s eyes lit up. He jumped to his feet and ran straight to me. “Camilla!” he yelled, wrapping his little arms around my leg and burying his face in my gown.

A smile spread across my face, my heart swelling at the sight of him. I looked down at him. “Hey, sweet boy,” I whispered, holding Lucien in one arm while gently resting my free hand