Jessamae’s gasped out in pain as her head went back as she came into a sharp clarity as pain made her focus on the bright green flecks in her bright brown eyes that felt like knives as Camille promised, “If I hear you even breathe a word against my baby again? I’m going to smash your head in. Okay?” Jessamae’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her wolf healed her.
Watching her slump into the snow, Camille nodded and turned, leaving her there.
“Good sir, pick up your daughter.” She directed to Vast suddenly as his post by the tree didn’t conceal him like he thought. And as he tried to deny being there, Nostradamus suddenly came forward and with one look into the butterscotch eyes, the wolf was following her command.
Before leaving, Camille had a word for him too.
“And the next
