CAMILA’S POV
No.
A sharp, silent scream cut through my mind.
Moonveil.
My father was still there.
We weren’t close. We barely had any relationship. But he was still my dad. If Stormfang launched this attack, I might have a chance to make things right with him.
With Elara gone, I had believed there was still a way for reconciliation.
Now?
Now I had nothing but the deafening roar of warriors hungry for blood.
My eyes darted around the wolves, searching desperately for Someone who might stand against this.
None.
They were too lost in their thirst for war.
The weight of helplessness settled over me, cold, almost overwhelming. I turned to Xander,
Our gazes locked, his sharp eyes instantly catching the shift in my demeanor. His brows knitted.
“Are you alright?” I read his lips.
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