Chapter Eleven :MyselfCamilla’s POVTheo had me on his back as we walked home. My arms were wrapped weakly around his neck, my small wolf pressed against my chest, trembling. I could feel every step he took, the strong muscles under my hands, the steady warmth radiating from him. It should have made me feel safe, but my body was shaking, my heart still thumping from fear, from cold, from everything that had happened.When we finally reached the house, he gently lowered me onto the soft bed. My legs wobbled beneath me, almost giving way. My hands couldn’t hold themselves steady. I tried to pull my knees close, but Theo’s presence was too strong, too commanding, to ignore.He moved quickly, quietly, carefully, taking off my wet shoes, brushing dirt from my cloak, pressing a damp cloth to my forehead. His hands were warm, steady, skilled. I felt exposed under his touch, yet strangely… safe. I hated that I felt that way.“I’ll call the doctor,” he said quietly, voice calm but sharp, full
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