Camden came to, confused and disoriented. When she opened her eyes, Clayton was staring at her, his eyes brimming with concern. "Thank f**k!" he swore, relief evident in his voice. "Matt, she's waking up!" he called out to the other room. Camden felt disoriented and struggled to recall what had just happened. "Are you alright? What happened?" Clayton bombarded her with questions. "I'm... I'm okay," she whispered, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. The dream about the white wolf lingered in her mind, but she couldn't quite grasp its significance at the moment. Just then Matt came into her room, his features also etched with concern. "Finally! We nearly called an ambulance, Cam! Are you okay?" he blurted, panic still lingering in his voice.
'Don't stop,' Clayton's words
