Jessica's POV
Another rogue came at me from the left. I spun, faster than thought, and my jaws caught its shoulder. I threw it aside like it weighed nothing. The power coursing through me was unlike anything I'd ever felt. It was raw and primal and completely overwhelming.
This is what they want. This is what they're afraid of.
The thought cut through the red haze of battle. This power—whatever bloodline ran through my veins—it was what made me valuable. What made me dangerous. What made enemies want to either claim me or destroy me before I became a threat.
Around me, I could hear screams. Human screams. Students who'd been hiding in classrooms were peeking out now, their phones still recording. The secret was out. Werewolves weren't just myths anymore—not to anyone who witnessed t
