CIARA
The moonlight hit the center of the bed through the broken glass of the balcony doors.
It was the night of the winter solstice. The full moon sat high over the mountain peak, white and cold. Its light poured into the room, making the blood on the sheets look black. The power of the solstice hit my wolf hard. My pulse dropped fast, slowing down until the thud inside my ears sounded faint and distant.
"Her pulse is falling!" Dr. Logan shouted. He pressed two fingers hard against the side of my neck. "She’s slipping under! Her wolf is closing down to protect itself!"
"Ciara!" Hayes roared. He shook my shoulder. His face was gray, covered in sweat and dark soot from the armory. "Ciara, look at me! Keep your eyes open!"
I couldn't do it. My eyelids were heavy. The pain in my hips was
