Lawrence’s POV

Inside of me, my wolf was roaring and pacing like an animal in a prison, itching to be let loose. With each heartbeat, I felt his longing to pull Clement apart and defend Camilla. However, I had to stop him. I couldn't let my anger to control me just yet.

A continual reminder of what was at risk was the knife at Camilla's throat, which gleamed in the moonlight. She would disappear with a one misstep. I needed to think even though my muscles were clenched and ready to spring. ...