As soon as Conrad and Andra stormed out of the Pack House, Meredith felt it. An itch deep beneath her skin, an ache twisting in her bones. It started in her chest, spreading like wildfire. She gasped, stumbling back, her hand reaching out for the wall. But the world spun too fast.
“Damien…” she whispered breathlessly.
Damien turned just in time to catch her as her knees buckled.
“Meredith!” He crouched down, cradling her in his arms, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of what was happening.
But Meredith couldn't respond. The itch was turning into something more—something feral. A low growl rumbled deep within her, and her hands clenched into fists. Her nails dug into her sweating palms as her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
“What's happening?” Damien’s grip t
