Betty POV
“April?”
I do not speak the name aloud. The word stays locked inside my skull, bouncing against the walls of my mind.
Yes, Betty. I am your wolf, and my name is April.
The voice is smooth, echoing in the quiet spaces of my brain. My fingers twitch against my thighs. My skin feels too tight, like it belongs to someone else.
“How long have you been in there?” I think the words this time, forcing the thought hard against the back of my eyes.
Since you woke up. I am Tola’ daughter. Tola was your lycan, but when she died, I took over instead.
A cold shudder ripples down my spine. A lycan first. Then death. Now a wolf. The information hits like a physical blow, making my knees wobble.
“Can we shift?” I think back, my mental voice rising with a sudden, sharp spike of excitement.
