Camilla POV
Where the hell are my keys?
I tore through my room, flipping pillows and rummaging through drawers in desperation. I needed to get out of the pack house—fast. But where had I left them?
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to pause. Panicking wouldn’t help. I closed my eyes, trying to recall the last time I had them in my hands.
Dressing table. That’s right—I tossed them there when I came in last night. I rushed over, scanning the surface, but they weren’t there. My heart sank until I noticed a small glint between the wall and the table. Bingo. I reached down, grabbed the keys, and hurried toward the door, slipping out as quietly as I could.
I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I had to leave.
And you guessed it—Malakai was on his way to my territory. I had over
