It started with sunrise.
Liana woke choking on air, body burning, heat rolling under her skin like wildfire. Pain tore through her chest. The mark on her wrist glowed bright enough to cut through the darkness.
She bolted upright.
Something was wrong.
Really wrong.
Even the air felt different—heavy, charged. Like there was a storm pressing against the room, waiting to break open.
Another wave of pain slammed into her. She gasped, clutching her wrist as it burned even brighter.
Her wolf woke, fast and wild. Not afraid—just powerful. Unstoppable, almost.
A deep growl slipped out before she could stop it. It sounded wrong. Older somehow. Fierce in a way that wasn’t just hers.
The whole room trembled around her.
She went still.
No… that couldn’t be happening.
She forced herself out
