TATE
I DID’NT EVEN realize I was running until I pushed I hit the bathroom door and slammed it shut behind me. The sound ricocheted through the tiles, sharp and hollow, and for a second, I just stood there, chest heaving, palms pressed to the cold wood like it could somehow keep the world out.
It couldn’t.
My reflection stared back at me from the mirror—wide eyes, pupils blown, skin pale like I’d seen a ghost. My glasses were crooked, breath fogging the lenses. I ripped them off, scrubbed at my face, then slid them back on like maybe the blur would make this less real.
It didn’t.
Because I saw it.
I saw him.
Fangs. Claws. That sound when his bones shifted. The way Eli had screamed. The way Enzo’s voice hadn’t even sounded human when he’d told Eli to get out.
I gripped
