Indianna shut her bedroom door behind her, heart pounding, lungs tight. The images wouldn’t stop replaying in her head—Greyson’s transformation, the way his body shifted and cracked into something wild and powerful. Something not human. Something terrifying.
She had seen him naked before. But this time, it wasn’t vulnerability she saw—it was power. Raw, magnetic, and inhuman.
She pressed her back to the door, her fingers trembling as she slowly slid down to the floor. Her thoughts were spinning, chasing themselves like a tornado she couldn’t escape. She wrapped her arms around her knees and stared blankly at the floor.
What was he?
And why, after everything, didn’t she feel just fear?
Why was there something else in her chest—something twisted between terror and… recognition?
Eventua
