Syria’s POV
“Your did this to your own mother?!”
I looked over at Uncle.
He was standing there, wide awake, eyes full of something sick.
Amusement. Like he was proud. Like he enjoyed seeing me like this.
I was furious. I was out of control.
It was as if this was exactly what he wanted: my attention, my anger, my breaking point. And honestly... he got it. All of it.
I couldn’t ignore him anymore!
Before I could even think twice, my body reacted. My hand started shifting, fingers cracking and contorting into a wolf’s claw.
I wasn’t trying to fully transform, I really wasn’t. I was trying to hold it back. To keep myself under control. But this time... this time I couldn’t.
I snapped.
I rushed toward him.
The table between us was in the way, but I didn’t care! I flipped it ov
