CYRILLA'S POV
They say that when you die, your life flashes before your eyes. When Hunter transformed into a beast and sank his teeth into me, I was certain it would be the end of me. I did see a flash of light, but instead of my life unfolding before me, I heard voices—familiar voices, ones I knew belonged to people from this place. They called out, echoing in the corners of my mind.
But when I felt a searing, burning pain coursing through my body, I realized I hadn’t died. Once again, like so many times before, death had refused me.
I jolted awake as the scent of Hunter’s cologne hit me—stronger than before, unmistakably signaling that he was nearby. I sat up in bed, my gaze fixed on the window. Something inside me felt off. Aside from the throbbing pain in my neck, there was an unfam
