로그인Camille's POV "I've seen your nightmares."The words left my mouth before I could stop them. We sat in the darkness of the safe house, the others asleep in scattered rooms, the weight of tomorrow's mission pressing down on us like a physical force. Dimitri had been staring at the wall for an hour, his jaw tight, his eyes seeing something far beyond the peeling wallpaper.He turned to look at me slowly, and in the dim light I saw something flicker across his face—recognition, then fear, then a careful blankness that cost him effort to maintain."The blood-binding." His voice was flat. "It shares more than power.""I didn't mean to see them." I shifted closer on the worn couch, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin. "At first I thought they were my own memories, twisted by stress. But then I recognized the facility. The corridors. The table with the straps."Dimitri's hands curled into fists against his thighs."I recognized the boy strapped to that table," I continued
Camille's POV "I'm not here to apologize."Marcus's words cut through the silence of the safe house like a blade. He stood in the doorway, his frame filling the space, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The man who had hunted me through forests, who had dragged Thea to a cell, who had stood by while Holden threatened everything I loved—he was standing in Shadow Moon territory asking to be heard.And I was listening."Good." I kept my voice flat, emotionless. "I wouldn't believe you if you tried."Something flickered across his face—respect, maybe, or recognition. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, moving with the careful precision of a man who knew he was surrounded by enemies.Dimitri stood to my left, his body rigid with barely contained aggression. Maya flanked my right, her hand resting casually on the knife at her belt. James had positioned himself near the window, blocking any escape route Marcus might consider. We had formed a bo
Camille's POV The cell door stood open.I stared at it for a long moment, my brain refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. We had planned this rescue for three days—memorized patrol schedules, studied tunnel layouts, calculated guard rotations down to the minute. We had infiltrated Silver Creek territory under cover of darkness, navigated underground passages that James knew from his years as Marcus's enforcer, and reached the holding cells beneath the old kennels without encountering a single guard.And now Thea's cell was empty."Something's wrong." Maya's voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of every instinct screaming inside me."Something's been wrong since we crossed the border." Dimitri moved forward, his body coiled with tension. "The perimeter guards were in the wrong positions. The pack house had half the usual lights. This entire operation has been too easy."He was right. I had noticed the discrepancies too—the patrol that should have crossed our pa
Camille's POV The moon hung full and heavy over the fighting circle.Every wolf in Shadow Moon had gathered to watch—hundreds of them forming a ring around the cleared ground, their faces painted silver by the lunar light. Torches flickered at intervals, casting dancing shadows across the packed earth. The air smelled of pine and tension and the sharp copper scent of anticipation.I stood at the edge of the crowd, Luna's hand gripping mine so tightly her small fingers had gone white. Maya flanked my other side, her body rigid with the effort of restraint. We were forbidden to interfere. Pack law was absolute on this point: Alpha challenges were sacred, and any outside intervention meant instant exile for the interferer and forfeit for the Alpha they tried to help.Dimitri entered the circle first. He had stripped down to simple fighting clothes—dark pants, bare chest, bare feet. His muscles were defined in the torchlight, his posture projecting confidence. But I could see what others
Camille's POV "Two raids in one month."Casimir's voice filled the council chamber like poison. His weathered face was twisted with grief, but his eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—held nothing but satisfaction. He stood at the center of the room, surrounded by elders who nodded along with every word, his finger pointed directly at me."One dead elder's son. One stolen child. And all of it because of her."I sat in the accused's chair, the same seat I had occupied during my first trial before this council. The wood was hard and cold beneath me, the eyes of Shadow Moon's leadership boring into my skin like silver blades. Beside me, Dimitri stood with his arms crossed, his jaw tight, his presence the only thing standing between me and immediate exile.But even he looked tired. The raid had taken its toll—not just on the pack's defenses, but on his authority. Every failure was a crack in the foundation of his leadership. Every crack was an opportunity for men like Casimir."The Bell wom
Camille's POV The fog came first.It rolled through Shadow Moon territory like a living thing, thick and grey and smelling of chemicals I couldn't identify. One moment the evening air was clear, the summer heat settling into comfortable warmth. The next, visibility dropped to nothing, and my lungs filled with something that made my head spin."Suppressant!" Maya's voice cut through the haze somewhere to my left. "Cover your faces!"I pulled my shirt over my nose and mouth, but the damage was already done. The fire inside me flickered, dimmed, struggled against whatever poison was seeping into my blood. Around me, I heard wolves coughing, stumbling, their supernatural senses dulled by the chemical assault.Then the hunters emerged from the fog.They moved in perfect formation—six, eight, twelve figures dressed in black tactical gear, their faces hidden behind gas masks that made them look more machine than human. Silver netting glinted in their hands, weighted at the corners with lead







