Camilla's POV
We were back at the pack, in my mate’s office to be exact. Malakai paced like a trapped animal, jaw tight, hands always moving. He looked as if he could explode at any second.
I sat on the couch, my cold palms flat on my thighs, watching Ruben hunch over his laptop with an intensity I’d never seen on him before. I’d thought he meant the usual phone addiction when he said it was always him and his gadgets yesterday. Only now did I realize he wasn’t just talking about scrolling through his phone. He was a full-on tech genius.
“Are you making progress? How much more time?” Malakai asked, rubbing his mouth with his hand.
Ruben didn’t look up. “Hard to tell with your gamma and beta breathing down my neck.” He glanced at Ezra and Logan, who were leaning over him like apprentice
