Camilla POV
The moon hung high in the night sky, bright and full, filling the courtyard with silver light. I stood by my window, arms crossed over my chest, my jaw tight with worry and concern. I could see Hilda sneaking out again. With her cloak wrapped tightly around her, she quietly slipped past the gate, disappearing into the trees that lined the back of the pack house.
For several nights now, Hilda had been doing this—always sneaking out late, always all by herself, always so careful. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t being careful enough.
As I watched her, my heart began to race, beating loudly against my ribs. I felt a strong need to know what she was doing. There was something in the surrounding air that felt heavier and darker lately, charged with a sense of dan
