LOGINGENERAL“CAMILLE! Open the door!” Dante knocked, shouting and hitting the door incessantly. He had been at the door for what felt like eternity, but Camille wouldn’t open up or say a word. When she asked him to leave the room after waking up, he did, thinking she needed space—and he decided to give it to her.But this time, it seemed she had made her decision to push him away. That, he didn’t want.He knew he was wrong and had trespassed. He knew he deserved to be scorned, pushed away, and avoided—but he didn’t want that.“Camille, you have to listen to me. You’re still healing, and you cannot stay there alone. I have to be there with you. The healer is here to take care of you!” he shouted, hitting the door again. His voice was laced with fear and concern.But she didn’t open up.He imagined her on the other side of that door, curled beneath her blanket, refusing to hear him. She heard him. She heard the way he tirelessly screamed as if he cared, but she wouldn’t open up. She didn’t
CAMILLE“Ouch!” I twitched, blinking as I pried my eyes open. The moment I widened them, I was met with a pang of pain slashing through my head like a double-edged sword, forcing me to close them again.I swallowed hard, breathing out loudly. I could feel my hot breath. After a few seconds, I slowly opened my eyes again. The pain was still there, but it was more bearable than the first time.My eyes wandered over my surroundings, and that was when I realized I was back in my room. The scenes from the previous day replayed in my head.I knew Dante had found me in the hut, but whatever happened afterward, I didn’t know. However, I could tell that the pain had drastically reduced, and my wolf was more hyper than ever.“You’re awake, Camille. Our mate saved us,” she muttered in my head.I hissed, almost cursing her in my mind. What the hell was she talking about? He saved us after killing us?“Have some dignity, Kyra. He didn’t save us because we mean anything to him. He saved us so he ca
DANTEBy the time we regained consciousness, Camille was already gone. Only the fang remained on the floor. I sprang up instantly and scurried to her room. I honestly didn’t expect the door to open right away since I believed she would be angry and wouldn’t want to see anyone.My heart leaped with joy when the door opened the moment I turned the handle, but nothing prepared me for the swift change of emotion when I didn’t find her there. There wasn’t a trace of her. I tried to trail her scent, but nothing was found. It was as though she had never existed.My heart skipped, and my hands shook slightly as I wrapped them into fists.Where did she go? She was hurt by the Fang. Where had she gone? Different questions and scenarios sprouted in my head. A multitude of emotions overwhelmed me, but fear was evident. I hoped she was fine wherever she was.Asher and Thelma rushed into her room.“Dan, I told you she’s a witch, didn’t I? Tell me why the special creatures intervened if she wasn’t a
CAMILLEMy body was on fire. Every inch of me burned, like my skin had turned to molten metal. The pain crawled deep, burrowing into my bones until I could hear them cracking, splintering under the weight of something monstrous taking over. I gasped, my nails digging into the cold floor as another wave of agony tore through me.My eyes found him through the blur of tears. “Help me.” The words clawed at my throat, but all that came out was a strangled sob. He just stood there—unmoving, unfeeling—his expression carved from stone. There wasn’t a flicker of mercy in his gaze, not even a shadow of the man I thought I knew.Kyra screamed inside me, thrashing against the walls of my chest. I could feel her desperation, her claws raking at my insides, begging to be freed. But she couldn’t get out. She was trapped… we were trapped.The room tilted, colors fading in and out of focus. The smell of blood and smoke clung to the air, thick enough to choke me. My body convulsed once more, a sharp sn
DANTE Her head was resting on my arm, and my other arm was wrapped around her when I received Thelma’s message to come to the pack house to meet the men. I didn’t take it seriously because I trusted her. But who would have thought I would hear the shock of my life—she was Cassius’s mate and a spy. Anger coursed through me like fire on dry leaves. I clenched my teeth and fists, trying to suppress the rage surging within me. “You don’t believe our mate can do that, do you?” Shel intervened, but that only worsened things. “Trust me, Shel, you’ll regret saying rubbish if you don’t keep quiet,” I growled inwardly. He whimpered and went silent, retreating into the corner of my mind. The emptiness he left behind was louder than my rage. “Get Camille to the study… NOW!” I shouted immediately. I didn’t want to believe it. No way. We’d had such a good time the night before. She promised me she wasn’t a spy. She assured me. We talked about many things, yet she never mentioned being
CAMILLE“Camille! Get the hell out of bed!” I could hear Thelma’s voice in my sleep—distinct, sharp, and aggressive.I didn’t pay attention at first, assuming I was merely hallucinating. But before I could drift back to sleep, her voice came again.“Camille! Where are you, snitch?”This time, it was louder, seeping into my ears as though she were right outside my room.Twitching, I opened my eyes slowly, and before I could study my surroundings, the door was kicked open. Four guards rushed in, holding swords. Their eyes radiated anger—the kind they wore when facing an enemy.“What is happening? Why are you all here looking angry?” I asked, sitting up.“What are you all still waiting for? Take the spy out of here!” Thelma shouted, walking elegantly into my room.My brows furrowed. “What? Spy? What nonsense are you spouting?”They didn’t listen. They lifted me and dragged me out of the bedroom. I was confused, demanding that they let me go, but my words fell on deaf ears. Last night, I







