Camille's POV
Declan's eyes darkened. "His mother... passed away years ago."
"I am so sorry to hear that."
"It's just an old story," he said, waving it off like it was nothing.
I looked down at Finn, feeling a sudden wave of affection for the boy.
"Aren't you... afraid I'll mistreat him?" I asked, making one final check.
Declan let out a cold, dangerous laugh. "My child—Finn O'Brien, the heir to the Blood Curtain pack—is not someone anyone on this entire werewolf continent would dare cross."
"Blood Curtain." I repeated the name silently in my head.
I remembered hearing Lucian mention them once at a pack gathering. Apparently, they were the oldest pureblood aristocratic pack on the East Coast.
Every single one of their werewolf warriors was worth a hundred ordinary fighters. They h
