CAMILLA'S POV

With my arms folded behind my back, I paced back and forth in the room, my mind swirling with countless thoughts.

Anxiety gnawed at me as I nervously bit my fingernails, each nibble bringing darker images to life. I envisioned the most horrific scenarios that could happen, my heart racing with dread.

What have I done?

I could feel my wolf’s uneasiness mirroring my own turmoil. I had crossed a line this time; it was entirely my fault.

How had I let things escalate to this point? I should have ensured Astrid was dead. I was so close to achieving my goal; if that arrow had been fired...