Chapter Thirty ThreeCamille’s POV – Alone, But Not LonelyI was sitting on the edge of the bed, my small wolf curled against my chest, its soft warmth comforting me. The room was quiet, the sunlight spilling across the floor, but my mind was anything but calm. I kept thinking about yesterday—the way Theo had held me, the softness of his hands, the way his eyes had looked at me like I was the only person in the world.A soft knock on the door made me jump.“Camille,” his voice said, low and calm, but it carried that authority that always made my heart skip.“I… I’m here,” I whispered, still unsure whether to speak louder or stay quiet.The door opened slowly, and Theo stepped in, holding something small in his hand. “I brought this for you,” he said, his golden eyes meeting mine. “Use it.”I looked at the object, then up at him. “Thank you,” I said softly, my voice trembling a little. There was something in the way he stood there—strong, yet careful, like he didn’t want to frighten me
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