GREYSON
I stared into the darkness; the room had been pitch-black for hours. I didn't need lights. My wolf vision enabled me to see every outline, shadow, and piece of furniture as clearly as if the sun were shining through the windows.
But the surrounding darkness still made everything heavier. My thoughts grew louder as they circled nonstop. Cyra had called several times throughout the day, but I had not returned her calls, and she must have been out of her mind with worry. But I couldn't pretend to be strong.
She had said it was stress, but I knew my body. I could feel with everything inside me that something was wrong. And I couldn’t stop asking myself the same question over and over.
Had the omega done something to me? Why had this never happened before she entered my life? My j
