Hannah's POV
For an inexplicable reason, a surge of energy courses through me like never before. Whether Janelle's torturous attempts on my life contributed to this or the revelation that I've healed faster than an ordinary werewolf, even defying death itself—I cannot pinpoint. The memory unfolds vividly in my mind as I sit next to Tyrell in this oddly familiar event hall. The notable difference lies in the multitude of people fixating their gaze on me, unabashedly scrutinizing, some even gracing me with a smile that pierces my brain.
"Why is everyone staring at me?" I inquire in a hushed tone, casually resting my head on Tyrell's shoulders. Oh, did I mention that I've struck a deal with him? And that Janelle is now confined to the observation room, a consequence of her actions?
Being t
