CAMILLE
Kael's eyes narrowed in the lantern light, his mind already turning in wheels like gears in a well-oiled machine. Then, he leaned in closer on the bench, voice low and probing.
“Walk us through it, Camille. From the start.” he said gently. “How did it all begin with him? Before Emma crashed into your life. Every detail, dates, feelings, the timeline. We need to map this out.”
I hesitated, the medina's distant chatter fading as memories flooded back.
“It was... fast. Love at first sight, or so I thought,” I scoffed at the irony. “We met at a pack gathering, nothing fancy, just locals mingling. He was there representing his alpha status, all charm and intensity,”
Arlo scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Zane locked eyes with me from across the room and came to me,” I grimaced, remini
