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CAMERON’S POV

I jolted awake, my heart pounding against my ribs as if yearning for escape. I had just experienced a terrifying dream in which I was a helpless observer of a tragic event involving my family.

As I lay there, attempting to soothe the rush of my high, the nightmare continued to haunt me. It filled my mind with visions of the pack party, which was meant to be our crowning moment.

Chase and I had spent years preparing to assume the roles of the Alpha pair. However, just as in my dream, everything fell apart in an instant. My mind was in a whirlwind, attempting to assemble the fragments of the previous night’s events.

I opened my heavy eyelids, only to find myself engulfed in pitch-black darkness. I couldn’t see a thing, not even my hand in front of my face. From the cold, hard sticky surface against my back and the foul smell that hit my nostrils, I knew I wasn’t in my room. So, where was I?

I struggled into a sitting position, my back meeting the damp wall behind me. I gro