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Cameron scanned her slender, evenly proportioned fingers as if she were appreciating a work of art. "You should start praying for my happiness, good mood, and well-being. Otherwise, I'll randomly pick out a lucky person among you pretentious humans to join me on my journey to hell once I've had enough of this life." Cade parked his car in front of the Carter Mansion. "Get out." Cameron stared at the streetlights. It had started to rain on the way back. She could see the falling raindrops through the light, swaying and scattering in the wind.

It was such an ordinary request as well but Camille couldn’t help but feel it was anything but an ordinary request. Wetting her lips nervously, She turned to the screen, frowning when she saw that the writing on the screen was small. Too small for her to read from this distance. Jag however made no attempt to make the screen bigger. He simply waited, raising a rakish eyebrow slightly when Camille made no move. Sighing softly, she leaned in closer to the screen as she tried to focus on what the email said and not the giant adonis behind her. That was easier said than done though, especially when Jag leaned in as well, his leg brushing her as he moved.

Every time their eyes met, he gave her that knowing smirk. After dinner, the parents went to bed early, exhausted from the long drive. The cabin fell quiet except for the crackling fire in the living room. Sara tried to read on the couch. Callum sat in the armchair across from her, legs spread, watching her like a predator. "You have been staring at the same page for ten minutes," he said, his voice low. "What is on your mind, Sara?" She snapped the book shut. "Nothing that concerns you."

The blade gleamed, sharpened to a fine edge. "You really think I'd fall for the same trap twice?" Before he could react, I slashed the blade across my own arm. Blood welled up instantly, and I smeared it over my clothes and skin. Right on cue, the door burst open. "Mr. Morland, please don't hurt Carmen! She's just... lonely, that's why she's meeting a man in a place like this—" Hazel's plea died in her throat as she saw me, standing there, and covered in blood.

My blood ran cold at this picture. Cameron. Tied to a chair. Her face was bruised and she had dried blood beneath her nose. But alive. Conscious. Terrified. The caption under the photograph was short and sweet: Recipe book and the girl. Tomorrow at midnight. The old warehouse on Fifth. Come by yourself or she'll scream till you get here. And it was signed with a single initial: D. "Damon." I couldn't breathe. "He has Cameron."

I heard the door to the car open as I dug around in the cardboard box and I looked up to see Daniel and Jai walk in, both of them staring at me. Jai caught sight of the books sitting next to me and he walked over slowly and picked one up. It was the green one, the one entitled The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. The look he gave me was indecipherable. "A little light reading?" He asked sarcastically, thumbing through the huge, five-hundred page book. I wished in that moment that I could have been small enough to fit in that box and disappear. How embarrassing. "It was just something I found on his shelves," I said, as if that justified it.

I close my eyes and hear a voice commanding in the background “Camilla, open your eyes and watch me.”

I assured Isaac. Cameron Raul was the last friend in our friend circle. She was a beta, young and confident and was Isaac’s agemate unlike me who was the youngest and we met each other in college. Cameron isn’t dead, she’s in Iceland as a single mother with an omega daughter and currently in a healthy relationship with a woman Sarah hooked her up with.

Cleo patted my arm, trying to explain it to me and I felt a bit of relief. We made our way into the hallway, and I saw Cameron and Sebastian naked and rushing toward us. Being wolves, nudity was a reality in a packhouse with many other shifters, but I still couldn’t help but avert my eyes. Emma and Cleo, however, were openly gawking at the chiseled men before us despite the circumstances. “Emma, I need your help. Gamma stuff.” Cam said softly, seemingly trying to avoid undue panic. For being such a jovial person normally, this was a whole different side of Cameron. He was even-tempered, calm, but intense. Emma knew immediately to obey him. She reached out and touched my shoulder before exiti