“Camilla, I’m heading out now. Take care!”
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Before I left, I waved at Camilla.
To my surprise, Camilla reciprocated and waved at me. “Farewell, kind -hearted girl.”
Her frail, rough, and wrinkled hands emphasized her frailty. In the dim light of the cell, her gaze seemed to blend into the shadows.
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A pang of sympathy struck me.
If not for the recent events with Gale, Camilla might have remained forgotten in this cell until her death.
Thus, once outside, I approached my father and said, “Dad, I’ve verified that Camilla harbors no ill will towards werewolves and harbors no thoughts of revenge. Could we arrange for her to live out her days in a more comfortable environment, like other elderly folks deserve?”
Usually, my dad would say no to such requests. Convincing him would require a lot of talking and effort on my part.
I braced myself for a no when I brought it up.
But to my astonishment, he didn’t object this time. Maybe he felt some remorse towards my mother, which softened his stance on witches.
After a brief pause, he consented, “Alright, if that’s what you want, I’ll arrange for Camilla to live on the outskirts of our pack. We’ll keep her true nature a secret so she can enjoy a normal life.”
“hat?” I was taken aback by his response. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I said, “Thanks so much, Dad!”
He let out a sigh and remarked somewhat resignedly, “Was I really that bad before to elicit such surprise from you?”
I just grinned, feeling a bit sheepish.
Back at the villa, I collapsed onto the couch, utterly drained.
The barrage of information over the last few days had been intense.
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Now that I had some answers, a wave of relief washed over me.
I didn’t want to do anything else but rest, momentarily putting aside all the troublesome thoughts and just unwind.
As I lay there, sleep quickly overtook me.
In the haze of half-sleep, I sensed a warm blanket being draped over me, and a comforting, familiar scent filled my senses.
It was Caleb’s scent.
I felt gentle, time-worn hands soothing my face, easing away my frown, bringing calm. The outside world’s chaos seemed to fade away, replaced by this comforting presence.
Debra’s POV:
When I opened my eyes again, the sky had gone dark. However, the warm yellow glow of the Light in the room sent a feeling of warmth through me.
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