21. The angry werewolves

"What was making you smile like an idiot?" Henry asked Camila as he walked into the private ward that was given to her. Moving away from the entrance door where he stood before and glaring at her.

"Nothing... I..." Camila couldn't respond, and she stared downward just as Henry approached her bed.

She could sense his anger, but she wondered why his pack had thoughts of claiming her father's pack.

Her father wasn't just known to be ruthless; he couldn't be easily defeated either.

"Mm... You are aware that the pack's mating ceremony is starting next week. As a slave here, you aren't supposed to be on the bed recuperating but making arrangements for it and tidying up the packs," Henry said, and Camila's head was still bent low.

She didn't know if she could speak when Henry was talking to her, as she was a foreigner and also below his level.

Henry's red eyes calmed as he knew it wasn't Camila's fault. He heard the sound of the clinic door, which led into Camila's room, pushed open, and the