ARIELLE'S POV
I had been sitting on my bedroom floor for an hour, desperately trying to force my body to transform back into a wolf.
I kept my eyes clamped shut, focusing entirely on the strange, bubbling heat deep inside my chest.
But it was impossible to concentrate. Every tiny sound in the house became a massive distraction.
I could hear the servants murmuring as they cleaned downstairs, the distant hum of the kitchen refrigerator, and the wind brushing against the glass.
I was too wired, too paranoid. Worst of all, knowing those three hooded figures were still standing outside the estate like lifeless gargoyles made my skin crawl.
If I was going to successfully do this, I couldn't stay here. I couldn't risk my dad walking in and catching me turning into the exact monster he was
