CAMILLE'S POV

"It is time, Camille." A familiar voice bellowed.

"Time for what?" I asked, turning in the direction of the voice. I couldn't exactly make out the figure. But I recognized the voice of my wolf, and I could make out its silhouette from where I stood.

"You recently told me you didn't want to shut me out anymore. You said you wanted to share our pains and desires. I know you better than anyone else because we are one and the same, Camille. You feel grief from Neal's death, and you ...