ASTRID'S POV.

The sight of her on her knees, clutching her stinging cheeks with feigned sorrow, made my resolve harden.

I could see through her act; it was clear that she wanted something from me, something I was determined not to give.

“Guards!” I commanded, my tone icy and unyielding. “Throw her out of the pack, this instant!”

“Please, Astrid, it’s almost the full moon. I can’t go out there; besides, I need to explain to Dane as well. Just let me meet him; I need to apologize,” Camilla pleaded, her voice choked with desperation. Tears streamed down her face, adding to her pitiful appearance.

Despite her pleading, I remained...