Camille's POV
As we approached, a massive, stern-looking male wolf quickly stepped forward.
He carried the powerful aura typical of a high-ranking werewolf and bowed to me.
"Good morning, Camille. I'm Tom, the driver alpha Declan sent to handle Finn's transportation."
I doubted Tom was just a driver; he was likely tracking how well I looked after Finn.
I wasn't surprised. I smiled and greeted him politely, "Thanks, Tom."
We drove for about twenty minutes. Watching the city streets fly past the window, a strange sense of familiarity hit me.
This route... I knew it too well.
That distinct Gothic spire at the intersection, the rows of maple trees—if I remembered right, this was the way to Rowan's school, the Royal Werewolf Academy.
I couldn't help but ask Tom, "Which school does Finn
