Lawrence’s POV

As Raymond pressed the blade harder against Camilla's throat, the tension in the air was evident, and every second seemed to drag on forever. I felt angry at the sight of the faint trace of blood, but I made myself keep my composure. In my head, my wolf snarled and clawed at the surface, attempting to escape.

Camilla looked at me with wide eyes. They now just had trust and determination instead of dread. With a desperate appeal that pierced me, she whispered, "Lawrence, don't ...