_Dorian's POV_
The night was cold, and the sky was clouded, casting a heavy darkness over the land. I watched from the shadows as Camilla slipped out of the packhouse. She was wearing a dark cloak. Her movements were quick and cautious.
Where was she going this late at night?
My gut told me to follow her. I stayed back, letting her put some distance between us before heading to my car. As soon as she drove out of the packhouse gates, I followed. My heart pounded in my chest, my grip tight on the steering wheel.
“She is up to something,” I muttered.
Shadow, my wolf, growled in my mind. “She is hiding something from us. We need to be careful.”
I nodded to myself and stayed far enough behind that my headlights wouldn’t catch her attention. She took the road south, driving past the pack’
