ROSE’S POV
I woke up with a pounding ache in my head, like someone had driven a spike right through the center of my skull. My eyes blinked open to the soft morning light coming in through the curtains, but even that felt too bright. I groaned and sat up slowly, pressing a palm to my temple.
That’s when I noticed it.
My palms were hot. Not burning hot, but… warm. Strangely warm. As if I'd been holding a heated stone for too long. I stared down at them, flipping them over and wiggling my fingers. The sensation crawled under my skin, like fireflies dancing along my veins. I shook my hands out. Nothing happened. Still, the feeling lingered.
Weird.
"You're growing," Selene’s, my wolf’s voice whispered in my mind.
“What do you mean growing?” I mumbled as I stood up, reaching for my cloth
