Camilla
I had just crossed into our pack’s territory when I saw the car. It was still a speck in the distance, but something about it felt familiar. My heart skipped a beat as it grew closer, and I recognized the driver. Malakai. Of course it was him. Who else would be chasing me down like I’d committed some kind of crime?
I rolled my eyes and kept driving, but he was relentless. He followed me all the way to the pack house, his car practically on my bumper. By the time I parked, my frustration had reached its peak.
“Really, Malakai? You were actually driving out to the city to look for me?” I asked the moment we stepped inside, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
He didn’t even flinch. “You hadn’t shown up.”
“Because I was on my way!” I shot back, throwing my hands in the air. “Who do y
