Clara
Morning light filters softly through the curtains of my room. For a few seconds after waking, I simply lay here staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was.
Then my body reminds me.
Every muscle aches.
Not the dull softness after a workout—this was deeper. My bones feel heavy, my joints feel stiff, and my skin tingles in strange places like something beneath it had only recently settled back into place.
I groan quietly and shift on the mattress.
"Okay," I mutter to myself, stretching slowly. "Note to self...turning into a wolf hurts."
The memories of last night rush back all at once.
The full moon.
The unbearable pain.
My body breaking and rebuilding.
The rush of power.
The forest.
The three of them kneeling.
My stomach flips. "I'm a werewolf," I whis
