(Nisha)
After some of the initial shock and fear subsided, I felt a rush of relief that I felt overwhelmingly guilty for. He was taken from me; he didn’t leave.
Gods, did I feel guilty for being happy.
“Cameron!” I shouted, my voice was ringing, I was still trying to piece everything together and catologue my warring emotions.
Another whimper came, and I realized that it was from Llana. "What is that?" she asked, pointing at Cameron. "Is that? Is that a werewolf? I realized she seemed scared for Cameron, not of him.
"We need to let him go," it was Lana, not I, who had said that.
Soleil only looked at me and then back at Cameron in the cage. He was looking at me wide-eyed and seemed to shake his head, but he didn't have too much space even to do that.
“He can be let out,” Soleil
