16. Camilla

CAMILLA

I turned and tossed all night. I couldn’t sleep. How could I when my sister, the only person who kept my sanity intact through the years despite her true intentions had died in the night I couldn’t even remember? I wonder if my father is mourning, or if he would mourn if it had been me.

I stifle a sob. Who am I kidding? He will never have mourned for me even if I died. I was nothing to him. I was nothing to the pack. It’s that simple, and it’ll remain that way for as long as I live.

I gulped, turning over my side as I gave in to the calls of sleep and closed my eyes.

I gasped awake when I felt a dangerous aura hovering over me. The feeling was sickening, as though the scent had been there all along. I just didn’t recognize it.

My eyes forced themselves open and I find myself staring at the Lycan King, eyes wide shocked.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, watching me.

I shift my body into a sitting position.

I noticed Alaric standing by his side, glancing at his father who sat at t