Caroline's POV
My body felt like a чужa battlefield. Every muscle, every tiny fiber pulsed as if I had been crushed under a press and then put back together again, but not quite right. There was a new kind of weight inside me, a dense, burning presence that refused to leave my skin.
I opened my eyes and stared at the dark beams of the ceiling. The gray light of early morning barely crept in through the window. I was not surprised. I did not scream. I did not search for an explanation for the surreal, brutal visions of the night, the breaking bones, the white fur, the scream tearing out of my lungs.
Because I felt something stronger than all of that.
An emptiness.
An icy, gaping void in the center of my chest, carved into my soul when Rowan turned his back on me. Even half asleep, I ha
