Axel POV
It feels familiar. The serenity made me remember the past when I had been the only Lycan alive, ruling over the werewolves. Camille and I walked through the woods, searching for a route that could lead us to the Village of the Witches, where we could find Amara Kitias and put an end to my curse. "You have any idea where we are heading to?" Camille whined for the umpteenth time and sniffed the tiger hide skin she wore. "This smells like s**t and I can't wait to get rid of it!" She shifted the gown on her body.
"Why are you whining when your whole body is covered?" I asked and pointed to my own body. I was half naked, wearing nothing but an abandoned shirt I found beside the water. "If we can find Amara, then she might be able to help and find a dress for us to wear," I told her,
