Kira's POV
I stare at myself in the full-length mirror, and honestly, I don't recognize the woman looking back at me. My fingers drift to the marks on my neck where Damon claimed me. They're faint now, but I can still feel them like tiny sparks under my skin.
The woman in the mirror isn't the scared girl who used to hide behind business suits and spreadsheets. She's not the sheltered stepdaughter who let Scott manipulate her for years. This woman has wolf eyes that flash green when she's pissed off. This woman can grow claws that could tear through steel.
"Jesus," I whisper to my reflection. "What the hell have I become?"
My wolf stirs at the question, and I feel her presence like a warm weight in my chest. She's been quiet since yesterday's disaster in the training room, but she's the
