Cameron’s P.O.V

When I returned back to the school building, I headed straight for the girl’s locker room, with the extra set of clothing that Sarah always kept inside the car in case of unexpected weather emergencies.

‘How is she holding up?’ I had asked Sarah via our mental link.

‘Bring the change of clothes I keep in your car…’ Sarah had spoken almost hesitantly. ‘Freya’s clothes…have ripped.’

My blood boiled in my veins. My wolf was beyond aggravated. It made me mad ...