Lysa's POV
Over the past few days, I had been doing one thing almost obsessively.
Researching werewolves.
Every spare moment I had—between classes, during lab breaks, late at night when I should have been sleeping—I was hunched over my laptop, searching for information about werewolves.
At first, it had only been curiosity. I kept telling myself that what I had seen in Jason's apartment had to have some kind of normal explanation. Maybe stress. Maybe a hallucination. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me after everything that has happened.
But the more I searched, the less convincing those explanations became.
Transformation during full moons. Glowing eyes. Supernatural strength and speed. Territorial behavior. Pack hierarchies.
And marking. Biting a mate to create a
