Kayden’s POV
I didn’t say a word the whole ride back. The night air was cold, but I didn’t feel it. The only thing I felt was this hollow, ringing space inside my chest where my past used to be.
A werewolf.
The word bounced around my empty head. It didn’t fit. It felt like putting on a coat that belonged to someone else. Someone dead.
Suppressed. That was the word the cave scientist used. Like my own self was a weed they kept poisoning so it wouldn’t grow. All those injections. Silas’s calm voice. “This is for your own good, boy. Makes you strong.” He wasn’t making me strong. He was putting a lid on me. Keeping whatever I really was locked in a box.
And my family. Wiped out. No survivors.
Except me.
Silas found me when I was ten. That’s the story. He said he rescued me from a border
