Kiya POV
The moon hung outside the window like a silent witness, cold and distant—so unlike the confusion boiling inside me. I kept staring at it, trying to steady my breath, trying to keep my mind from spiraling.
This was Logan’s room.
And now… it was mine too.
The moment the door opened, I stiffened.
Logan walked in as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t even glance at me. He simply strode toward the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
The sound of the lock clicking made my stomach drop.
There was no one else in the entire house.
If I screamed… no one would come.
And I knew—deep in my bones—that Logan wouldn’t kill me.
But the other side of him?
The one that lost control?
The one that bit me?
I wasn’t sure.
I wasn’t sure of anything.
I was still froz
