_Dorian's POV_
For the next few days, I kept a close eye on Camilla. I watched her every move, listened carefully to her conversations, and even checked her phone when she was asleep. But she was careful. Too careful. Her call history had been wiped clean, and the only numbers saved in her contacts were mine and her parents’. That meant whoever she had spoken to was not someone she regularly contacted—or she was hiding their number somewhere else.
She hadn’t left the packhouse, nor had she met anyone suspicious. That only meant one thing: her ally was someone within my pack. The thought made my stomach churn. Someone close to me, someone I trusted, was working against me.
I needed to find out who.
Today, I found her in the kitchen, surrounded by a few pack members. She was standing nea
