Cameron’s P.O.V
Sarah and I stood outside Freya’s rundown house as we waited for backup from my pack.
I didn’t want to help the wretched man. If it were up to me, I would’ve let him die, the same way he had left his own daughter to die. Freya never really confessed directly to her father abusing her, even after everything she went through. But she didn’t have to confess, because Julian already did and also because I had scented this man on Freya that night when I had rescued her.
“Cameron!” Adam, one of my dad’s most trusted soldiers arrived at the spot with an ambulance. “What happened here?”
“We have no clue.” Sarah answered before me. “We followed Freya’s scent here since she was…missing from the stadium.” She gave me a side-eyed look to urge me to follow her story. “But when we came here, we only found her father. Injured and bleeding out. There’s no trace of Freya and her scent just seems to have disappeared.”