Camila's POV
The ride to Blackwood was suffocating. Every second felt like a noose tightening around my throat, but I sat still, my face void of emotion. If Nathaniel noticed the storm raging beneath my skin, he didn't comment.
Good.
I didn't need his sympathy.
By the time we arrived, the sky had darkened, a fitting omen for what was to come. Blackwood's territory was massive, stretching beyond the dense forest and into a secluded valley. The pack house loomed ahead—tall, grand, and eerily quiet.
Nathaniel stepped out first, speaking in hushed tones with a few wolves waiting outside. I didn't care what they were saying. My mind was too consumed with one thought—
I was trapped here.
For now.
A woman with sharp features and cold blue eyes approached. "Follow me."
I hesitated but then fell into step behind her. Nathaniel didn't stop me. He didn't even look my way.
I didn't know if that made me relieved or angrier.
