Nellie´s POV
The forest blurred into a storm of shadows and branches that whipped against my silver fur as I ran, my heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. Clarisa roared within me, her instincts sharpened, driving me forward with a strength I could barely contain. The waning moon offered little light, but I didn’t need it; every tree, every rock, was a memory my body knew how to dodge — the lethal grace of a huntress in flight.
I had escaped the mansion — its halls reeking of lust and blood, its masquerade concealing perversions that still made my skin crawl. My claws ripped through the damp soil, my breath rising in white clouds, my mind a storm of fear, fury, and one unbearable question:
How could Ethan do that?
The image of Serena — her lifeless body, her neck twisted like a d
