Lawrence’s POV

As he held Camilla captive, Clement's knife pressed against her throat, a ruthless grin lighting up his face. I thought my heart may explode from the force of its beating. With that blade so near her skin, I couldn't risk it, even while my inner wolf yelled for me to act.

Clement's voice was cold and calculating as he replied, "One move, and she's gone." "Knight, let's see how courageous you truly are when you're defenseless."

Camilla writhed in his hands, her blazing soul ...