Camila's POV
The tension was thick that morning. Eyes followed me from the moment I stepped into the training grounds. Some were wide with suspicion, others narrowed in judgment. It felt like walking through a storm I hadn't seen coming.
Nathaniel was running drills when I arrived, his sharp voice cutting through the crisp morning air. But even he looked different—tense, distracted. Something was wrong.
I barely got a greeting before Alpha Damien, one of the elders, stormed toward us, a folded piece of paper clenched in his fist.
"I need a word," he growled at Nathaniel. "Now."
Nathaniel exchanged a look with me, confusion flickering in his eyes before he followed Damien to the side. I stood frozen, heart pounding.
Then I saw her.
Selene.
She stood beside Isabelle at the far edge of the clearing, barely able to hide her smirk. That's when I knew—whatever this was, they had set it in motion.
