Hugo's POV
That afternoon, Camilla remained by my side in the dense woodland, never once leaving me alone with my torment.
Even when my body began the violent shift and she witnessed my wolf emerge in all its terrifying glory, larger and more brutal than any normal shifter, she held her ground without a tremor of fear.
Rather than flee, she shifted alongside me, her smaller wolf keeping pace as we tore through the underbrush together.
It struck me as bizarre. All this time, I had painted her as the villain in my mind.
Everything I believed about Camilla came filtered through Bella's bitter words and twisted perceptions.
After we both shifted back to human form, I pulled on the spare jeans and black t-shirt I kept stashed, then collapsed onto the cracked asphalt of the forgotten road that bordered the forest.
This stretch of highway had been abandoned for years. Traffic was virtually nonexistent here.
