Chapter 22: Hot
Chapter 22
(Cameron POV)
So I’m out walking again.
There’s not much else to do—my company’s running smoothly without me, which is both comforting and frustrating. My team doesn’t need micromanaging, and I’ve spent the past decade building that independence. But being idle? It’s starting to mess with my head.
The woods are quiet, broken only by the occasional whisper of wind through the leaves or the soft rustle of some small animal darting into the brush. It’s beautiful out here—too beautiful, almost surreal. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of this place.
Lenora said there’s an enchantment over the land, a kind of magical cloaking most packs use to hide their territory from the human world. It makes me wonder how much of the Earth is hidden—how many pieces of reality have been edited out just for people like me.
I run a hand through my hair, exhaling.
And then I hear it.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"
The voice comes from behind me, slick and smug, like the bastard’s been waiting all day for this moment.
I turn slowly, frown already forming—and come face to face with a man who feels eerily familiar, though I know I’ve never seen him before in my life.
He’s tall, lean muscle wrapped in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, hands in his pockets like he owns the forest. His eyes gleam gold, too gold, and they narrow as he studies me.