The evening sky was painted in soft hues of purple and orange as Camilla made her way across the campus. Her heart pounded, a mix of nervousness and anticipation swirling within her. She clutched the small bouquet of wildflowers she had picked from the garden near her dorm—simple, but a symbol of thanks she hoped Smith would appreciate.
After the confrontation with Daisy, Camilla’s world had felt shattered. The harsh words, the merciless teasing—it all still echoed in her mind. But Smith’s kindness had been a balm to her wounds. He had stood by her without judgment, showing her that not all werewolves were threats. Tonight, she would repay that kindness in her own way.
Reaching Smith’s dorm door, Camilla hesitated. Her fingers trembled as she raised a fist to knock. She was about to retr
