CAMILLE'S POV
His hands reached for mine. This time, I didn't fight him. I let his hand touch mine. His palm was warm. I could feel his callouses graze my skin. It made the contact raw.
"It's alright," he assured me. "Whoever your ancestor was, you aren't him. I'm sure you are a good person."
That was the thing, though. I wasn't a good person. I ran away from this life out of fear of what would happen if my pack got to know I was like my grandmother. I hid the identity of their father from my kids because I was afraid an answer would lead to them yearning to know him.
I might have convinced myself that I was doing it for their good. But now, I wasn't so sure. So, who was I to call Victor a monster? I wasn't there. I didn't know the half of it. It was just me being selfish again. Becau
