Vera’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, running my fingers through my hair as I tried to calm the storm inside me. My heart wouldn’t stop racing, and I knew exactly why — the next part of the fight involved our wolf forms. Shifting. Using our wolf instincts. Letting our true selves be seen.
But what if mine wasn’t like the others?
What if Nyx, my wolf, wasn’t strong enough? Why am i asking questions that i already know that answer.
What if they see her bare skin and the way her fur never grew, and they laugh? Would they say I was cursed? Weak? Would they turn their backs again?
My thoughts were a mess, crashing into each other like waves in a storm. I had to do something. I had to prepare.
I walked out of the room quietly, not wanting to alarm Rina or Michelle. I needed time alone
