Camilla's POV
After Victor banished me, I thought I would die from the hurt. He didn’t even look back at me as he left me on that lonely road and drove off.
I had said all I could think of to make him change his mind, but he actually did leave me there.
For days, I wandered like a ghost until I reached the Northwind pack. Their Alpha, Damon, was known for taking in strays, if he could use them.
Thankfully, I was given a corner of the basement to sleep in. Every night, I lay on a thin cot, listening to the Omegas laugh upstairs. Sometimes they crept down just to point and gossip about me.
“Look at her,” one would giggle, her voice echoing through the cracks in the floorboards. “Victor’s w***e. Now she’s nothing.”
I convinced myself that it was about survival when I started wearing tig
