Jessica's POV
The first thing I do is look in the mirror. I see the girl I know—messy hair, tired brown eyes, faded t-shirt. But I also see the mark. The angry red bite on my shoulder. It's healing fast, the edges already starting to close into what will be a scar. Proof of what happened.
You were magnificent.
The voice is back. It's not a sound I hear with my ears. It's a presence, a warm weight at the base of my skull. My wolf. Luna. The name just... comes to me. It feels right.
"Why?" I whisper to the empty room, my fingers hovering near the wound. "Why did I look like that? I was... I was a monster out there."
A low chuckle vibrates through my mind. Monster? Is that what you think? That was power, Jessica. Our power.
"It didn't feel like mine. I couldn't control it. I couldn't ev
