CAMELLIA'S POV
Theo took a step toward us, the gravel crunching beneath his boots like a warning. His eyes burned with a feral, unhinged intensity I had never seen before, his canines bared as though he were only a heartbeat away from lunging.
"You're not leaving."
The words weren't a plea. They were an order.
Father stepped in front of me, placing himself squarely between Theo and me. His shoulders were straight, his chin lifted. Though he was neither the largest nor the strongest wolf in Crimson Ridge, I had never seen him look more resolute.
Mother's fingers tightened around mine until our grip almost hurt.
Theo barely seemed to notice either of them.
His gaze never left mine.
Slowly, he raised a hand toward me, his palm open. Summoning me. Expecting me to obey.
"Cammi," he sai
