Alex’s pov:

Camelia had agreed to help the pack, and had settled yesterday in a cabin near the lake. The fridge was full, and she would lack for nothing while she stayed at the pack.

When I met her in the morning, after exchanging greetings, she said in passing, “I am not doing this for the pack, Xander.”

Her words, which should have shaken me up a little, only brought a smile to my face.

This was Camelia we were talking about. She used to be a dear friend, up till the moment she ...