POV: Mina
I woke up on the floor.
Not in my bed. Not on the cushions I'd arranged beside it. On the actual cold stone floor of my dorm room, curled into a ball with my arms wrapped around my chest, my body shaking so hard my teeth were chattering.
The binding had cut through my skin overnight. I could feel the warm dampness of blood soaking through the wrapping, the fabric having dug into the flesh beneath my ribs where I'd been cracked weeks ago and never properly healed.
This had been happening more frequently. The shifts I couldn't take, the wolf I couldn't release, the power I couldn't fully contain—all of it was collecting in my body like pressure in a sealed container. Building toward something inevitable.
Seven days. I just needed seven more days.
I pressed my forehead agains
