CAMILLA
Five hours after I had put Max to bed, I was still pacing in the hallway like a worried wife waiting for her husband to return from a world war. My wolf couldn't let me catch her breath as she worried that perhaps something bad had happened to our mate. It has been over nine hours since he left, and I swear I am fighting hard not to grab the phone and call him. The uneasiness I am feeling is something I have never experienced before, and I won't lie, it's killing me not knowing. For some reason, I dragged myself back to Leo's room, which also happens to be Max's, pulled a chair and sat beside his bed, and decided to wait until the big man returned. I don't how long I stayed there, but I guess after some time I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, for when I jolted awake later i
