Vikron He sat on the edge of the bedside table, his feet braced against the mattress, eyes tracing the lines of Camille’s face. His eyes roamed over her naked body, taking her in with slow, lazy hunger. He had never felt anything like this for another she-wolf since Catherine. It was as though everything he had lost, everything he had ever wanted, was suddenly here again after seven long years, staring back at him with those gentle, knowing eyes. Yet, in that moment, panic flared, he wanted to look away, to protect his heart, to keep Catherine's memories untouched. But he couldn't. His composed façade he had worn for years had deserted him. He He was lost, utterly, helplessly, to Camille. “Again,” Calix growled from the depths of his mind. His hunger thick and possessive. “She needs to rest,” Vikron scolded aloud. He pulled on a T-shirt, left for his study, and instructed Beta Demuel on what to do and the pack meetings he would have to reschedule. He wanted to spend today with Ca
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