Ethan’s POV
I decided to make breakfast.
It wasn’t because I was hungry—I wasn’t. My stomach felt too tight, too twisted—but cooking gave my hands something to do. Something to focus on while my thoughts kept circling around what happened last night.
Or… what I think happened.
Because like always, after I shifted… everything went dark.
No memories. Just pain and silence.
It was like someone switched off the light in my head. Like I was thrown into a deep pit and left there until the monster was done using my body. Then I’d wake up on the cold floor—burning, broken, empty.
I could never remember what the beast did when it took over.
All I ever had were the bruises. The deep aches in my muscles. The red burn marks left by the silver chains. And worst of all—the fear.
Fear that I had
