Marcus stared at me, his face pale in the darkness. His hand gripped the doorframe so hard his knuckles were white.
“What are you?” he whispered.
I slowly stood, and even that simple movement felt different. Powerful. My wolf was fully awake now, coiled and ready inside me.
“You saw nothing,” I said quietly.
“I saw everything!” Marcus backed away from the door. “There was something in here with you. Something with glowing eyes. And you. You look different. Your eyes, they just—”
“Glowed silver?” I finished for him. “Yes. They do that now.”
Marcus stumbled backwards into the hallway. His fear rolled off him in waves, thick and intoxicating. My wolf wanted to chase him. To hunt.
I took a step toward him.
“Stay back!” He pulled a knife from his belt with shaking hands. “I am warning y
