Camden, still in her wolf form, endured a wretched night. The storm unleashed its fury upon her, with icy winds, relentless rain, and thunder that seemed to shake the earth. She doubted she managed to steal even an hour of sleep. To make matters worse, hunger gnawed at her belly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since the day before. In her haste to leave, she hadn't thought of packing any food or snacks. Not even a bottle of water. She was annoyed with herself for the stupidity of her oversight.
Drenched, tired, and utterly miserable, Camden weighed her options. Should she press on, hoping to stumble upon some berries or perhaps even catch a deer for a much-needed meal? Or should she turn back? But the thought of facing Clayton's disappointed and furious face made her quickly dismiss
