Cameron’s P.O.V
The shock of the mating bond forming and the full force of the imprint had left me speechless; and before I knew it, it had already been too late. Derek had poured his drink on top of Freya’s head, making her a laughing stock among the teens.
If my father hadn’t been there to intervene, I don’t know what I would have done. But he stopped me from going too far with Derek and now, I was wondering if I even knew the boy who used to me my friend!
I arrived at the street with the old rundown houses and moss covered fences in less than twenty minutes, but as soon as I entered the neighbourhood…something seemed off.
I looked out at the two storied house which I knew was hers and got off the car. But then I paused mid-step. What was I going to tell Freya when I saw he
