ALLE
By afternoon, I can't take it anymore.
The nightmare still clings to me, Clarisse's screams echoing in my skull, and watching Winter work shirtless in his greenhouse did absolutely nothing to help my state of mind. If anything, it made everything worse—this constant war between hatred and unwanted desire, between grief and this sick pull toward the man who caused it all.
I need to feel strong again.
Need to prove to myself that I'm still in here somewhere beneath all this weakness.
I reach for my wolf, trying to shift, trying to access the power that's been mine since I was thirteen years old. Pain explodes through my body immediately, searing and sharp, like trying to claw my way through concrete with bare hands. My beast...my counter-part is there—I can feel her—but she's trapp
