Camellia's POV
I stepped around Esmond and reached for the keys to open the door. He suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck.
The moment Esmond grabbed my wrist, the smell of pine and verbena hit me. Lyra, at the base of my spine, scratched restlessly.
This hybrid, who once exchanged vows with me, now had pupils flickering in amber colors.
"Cam, I have another reason for coming today," he said, his Adam's apple betraying his suppressed wolf.
The broken bond between us crackled with static, and the pine pheromones hammered into my temples like rusty nails.
"Spit it out, and don't touch me," I shook off his hand, irritation rising.
"You should notice that Lionel treats you..." His molars ground with the distinctive werewolf sound. The fractured mate cont
