Camille's POV
I stood behind Beta Demuel as he opened the heavy, barred doors of the cold storage room for me to enter. Alpha Vikron stayed close behind me.
I fought the urge to curl into his arms and breathe in his scent—that rich, commanding masculine aroma.
But I wouldn't dare. I couldn't dare, even if it killed me.
The glow in my eyes reignited as I stepped into the room. Alera bowed her head, then slowly pulled herself upright, hugging her knees as if letting go would shatter her.
“How are you?” I asked, guilt gnawing at me as I saw how pale and fragile she looked.
“Dying, slowly, my ladyship,” she replied, offering a faint, brave smile.
“Don’t say that!” I rebuked.
“There was a beast attack this morning at the pack’s border,” Alpha Vikron said from behind me. “Do you have an
