A Future Stolen.
I tightened my grip on Camelot, helping him to his feet as his strong arms steadied himself.
The moment he was upright, his gaze flickered around the unfamiliar surroundings, his confusion visible in the way his muscles tensed, his stance shifting into one of instinctive defense.
Then, his voice—calm but questioning.
“Where are we? Weren’t we about to rest from the activities that had just taken place?”
I opened my mouth, desperate to find an answer—any answer.
But before I could speak—
A sound.
Low at first, a quiet chuckle, curling around the air like an unseen predator.
A laugh.
A laugh I knew too well.
My blood ran cold.
Camelot’s muscles coiled, his posture shifting, his wolf instincts rising before I could even turn toward the source.
Then—his voice.
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