Lawrence’s POV

The air was heavy with the metallic flavor of blood, yet I couldn't afford to make a mistake. For a moment, my knees gave way, but I was kept standing by the wolf's snarl that rushed through me. Sharp and raw, Camilla's scream cut through the confusion like it was the only sound in the universe.

"Lawrence!" Her voice trembled with fury and terror as she sobbed.

With blood seeping between my fingers, I put my hand to the wound on my side. Despite the agonizing ache, I pushed ...