Camilla’s POV
Groaning, I turned on the bed and the scent still lingered, I knew that I was in Dylan’s room and a smile formed on my face as I took in the mesmerizing scent of the room.
Last night revealed a different kind of Dylan to me. I recalled the nightmare and remembered how comforting he was towards me.
How sweet and genuine he was and before then how he’d made me scream his name. Everything about Dylan just seems so perfect and there was not much more that I could ask for.
I really wished that the witches hadn’t attacked, I wished that I could spend more time in the Crimson Moon pack or preferably my entire life here but I don’t think that’ll be possible.
Staying here for too long would only mean that I’m putting the entire pack in danger.
Sighing, I laid back on Dylan’s bed
