-Camille’s P.O.V.-
“He’s at it again,” Willow says, eyes open yet unseeing. It was unsettling, every time she did this, but it was the one card I had up my sleeve.
“Is he?” I question, searching the field for the familiar form. It had barely been two hours since Caine left to get some rest. I hadn’t expected him to be back so soon.
“Yes,” Willow confirms, smiling. The smile, like everything about her, seemed like a farse. It had been a while since I first met the young witch, but she still managed to make me feel uneasy with every shift in her expression.
“I see him,” I say after a while. Caine was tearing through a group of his own wolves. The ground was a sea of red. I wasn’t sure how many he had left alive. Caine probably didn’t know either. He was senseless when enraged.
