As I struggled to gather my strength, a voice cut through the chaos, breaking through my spiraling thoughts.
Camelot.
His familiar voice snapped me back, forcing me to turn in his direction.
And when I did, I saw him differently.
Camelot had always been a beautiful man, but tonight—he looked different.
Maybe it was the way the dim light flickered against his broad shoulders, casting his tan skin in silk-like shadows. Or maybe it was the way his wavy black hair was pulled into a loose man bun, revealing more of his sharp, striking features than usual.
He had always been strong, but now, there was something else in his presence—something quietly devastating.
Loss.
Camelot had just lost his mate—a human woman, just as Endy had once been.
He understood the struggles that came with lov
