The night settled like a heavy shroud over the pack grounds, thick with silence and the electric tension that followed the chaos of the courtyard. I couldn't sleep.
My body was sore from the shift, every muscle aching in ways I had never felt before. But it wasn’t just the physical pain keeping me awake. It was the mental storm.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Aiden’s face.
I lay curled on my side, staring at the faint moonlight that leaked through the slits in my window.
My skin still felt like it was buzzing, like the wolf inside me hadn't quite gone back to sleep. There was something alive now in my bones, something wild, clawing at the edges of my sanity.
I had shifted. Without warning, without training, without intention.
And I had almost killed someone.
My fingers
