Lawrence’s POV

I ran through the hall, my nostrils filled with the metallic tang of blood and the crackle of something strange. My instincts were calling out the same name: Camilla, and my wolf was tearing at the surface, demanding that I go more quickly.

Her fear gripped my chest like an iron grasp. My heart raced with each step toward my lover, who was in peril.

My blood instantly froze when I saw the scene I had stumbled across upon entering the room.

One of Clement's men's bodies was ...