Danielle's legs felt weak beneath her, but she crawled to the edge of the fountain, the stone cool against her palms. The wolves carved from the stone seemed almost alive, their playful expressions taunting her. She leaned forward, splashing water onto her face with trembling hands, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The cold water did nothing to stop the panic swirling inside her. The more she tried to clear her mind, the more the weight of Emory's words crushed her. If she said no, it could mean the end of our kind. The end of all werewolves.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding in her chest, her thoughts spiraling out of control. What was she supposed to do? She couldn’t grasp who she was anymore. The girl who had spent eighteen years as a nobody had just found out she was t
