Camellia's POV
I finished breakfast, put on my shoes, and was about to leave for work.
As I turned the lock, the smell of rotten pine and verbena remnants flooded my nostrils.
Lyra bristled at the base of my spine. My pheromones crystallized from shock.
Esmond's pupils flickered with the Ironclaw Pack's signature amber slits, signaling impending loss of control.
I frowned and asked, "What do you want..."
My words died in my throat as his palm erupted with pine needle pheromones, piercing my skin like rotten thorns.
Lyra arched her back, emitting a silent howl only I could hear—the broken mate bond was retaliating through the contact point, searing the contract scar on my tailbone.
Esmond grabbed my hand, yanked me against the wall, and pinned me there.
"I told you to stay away fro
