Camilla’s POV

“No! Mira!” My scream cut through the confusion, raw and frantic. My body moved on reflex as I pushed forward, but Lawrence’s arm shot out, holding me back.

“Camilla, stop!” His voice was sharp and authoritative, but I bucked against his hold.

“They have my baby, Lawrence!” I sobbed, my vision blurred by tears. “Let me go! I need to get to her!”

“I’ll get her!” His words were like a whip, snapping me into quiet. His eyes burned with resolve; his wolf ...