I locked myself in the bathroom, collapsing against the door as I slid down to the cold floor. Landon was gone—storming off to dethrone the Alpha family whose son had died during the attack. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I hugged my knees to my chest.
Nolan. That sweet little boy with curious eyes was dead because of me.
But it wasn't just grief crushing me. It was fear. Raw, primal fear of what I'd become.
I had no memory of what happened after I blacked out. One moment I was drowning in the river, my lungs burning for air. The next, I was standing over dead bodies, holding a strange silver relic in my hand, with no recollection of how I'd gotten there.
"What am I?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "What's happening to me?"
The answer hung in the air, unspoken and terrifying. I wasn't just a scarred, broken woman anymore. I was something else—something dangerous that even I couldn't control.
