Lynn's POV
I stare at my reflection, fascination warring with confusion. The changes should terrify me, but instead they feel... right. Natural. Like I'm finally becoming who I was meant to be all along.
My fingers trace the sharp points of my canines, testing their razor edges. My vision in the darkness is perfect, every shadow and highlight visible as if lit by noon sun. And the power I can feel coursing through my veins—it's intoxicating.
What am I becoming?
But there's no fear in the question, only excitement and a growing sense of purpose. Whatever power is awakening inside me, it feels like exactly what I need to handle the monsters in the next room.
The urge to act, to show Charles exactly what kind of predator he's been toying with, builds to overwhelming intensity. I want to
