Chapter Eight

~Camine~

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Santos already knew the answer, so I didn’t know why he bothered asking. He should have sensed it—my wolf was practically clawing at the surface, demanding blood. Things hadn’t gone according to plan, and someone was going to pay for it.

I stepped out of the car, ignoring Santos as my aura darkened further. The reflection of it mirrored back at me in the hallway windows as I made my way through the mansion. People scattered the second they caught sight of me.

At least they knew better than to get in my way tonight.

My feet moved with purpose toward her room. I didn’t even hesitate, shoving the door open. My wolf let out a low growl as soon as I stepped inside. She wasn’t here. Her scent was faint meaning she’d been gone for a while. My pulse pounded in my ears, the anger simmering just below the surface.

Without wasting a second, I stormed out of her room, heading straight for the man I’d personally assigned to keep an eye on her. He was alrea