The moment my skin touched the cold stone courtyard, my breath came in shallow, erratic gasps.
The wind carried the faint echoes of Mara's footsteps as she took off in fear, vanishing into the distance. Her words, however, lingered like a curse etched into my very soul.
"It’s not over until it’s over, Caitlyn! I’ll be the end of you! You hear me? This isn’t the end!"
Her scream had the fury of a wounded viper, desperate, but filled with venom. But I didn’t chase after her. I couldn’t.
I was still on my knees, trembling, barely able to process what had just happened.
What had happened?
One minute, I had been overwhelmed by rage by months of pain, rejection, and humiliation. The next, my body had ignited, bones reshaping, skin warping, something primal clawing its way out of me. I had
