Camellia's POV
As I sneered, a burning pain surged in the back of my neck.
Lyra growled threateningly in the depths of my consciousness, her fangs scraping against my spine.
Each word I uttered carried the low - frequency tremor characteristic of werewolves, "If you dare go to my dad again, I'll expose your infidelity."
The broken mate bond exploded in my chest like thorny bushes. The remnants of verbena's cloying sweetness in Esmond's cuffs stung my olfactory nerves.
"Are you not afraid of worsening his condition?" he said with a shrug, fueling my anger as my fists clenched.
"How could you become so shameless?" I exclaimed.
"Shameless?"
Esmond's pupils swirled with the Ironclaw Pack's b****y totem. The fingertips gripping my jaw exuded a murky blend of pine and verbena.
"Cam, I m
